Yesterday, I woke up with a different feeling…
one of those that don’t need explanation, only presence.
I had slept deeply.
And as I opened my eyes, the first thing that came to my heart was the memory of that embrace…
that simple, pure moment of holding that little baby in my arms.
There is something about babies…
such a pure, connected energy, as if they remind us of who we were before coming into this world.
And I believe my soul rested there.
In that innocence.
In that unconditional love.
Yesterday morning, my body confirmed it:
I felt that I had rested in a different way.
But the day was just beginning…
Later, I received a very special email from someone who had just finished reading my book.
In her message, she wrote:
“At exactly halfway through the book —I know because I checked the percentage at that moment, when I felt something in my relationship to your story suddenly shift and I wanted to remember why— I realized your words were speaking directly to my experience.”
It wasn’t only what she said…
it was what I could feel behind her words.
My story reaching someone else.
My truth finding resonance in another heart.
And as if that wasn’t enough, later I experienced another deeply moving moment.
Another coworker —with a very special presence— asked if she could give me a hug because she had finished reading my book and admired the courage it took for me to write it.
In fact, she offered me a reverence.
Yes… a reverence.
Not toward me as a person, but toward what the book represents.
Toward the journey.
Toward the healing that, without me even realizing it, is now becoming a bridge for others.
And in that moment, I understood.
It’s not about doing more.
It’s not about chasing anything.
It’s about being.
Sharing from truth.
And allowing life to do its part.
Yesterday was internally extraordinary.
One of those days when life doesn’t shout…
it whispers.
And when you learn to listen to those whispers,
you realize something very simple and very powerful:
You are on the right path.
