Lately, life’s been holding up a mirror, and I’ve had to face some uncomfortable truths about myself — the way I’ve reacted to people, the words I’ve kept bottled up, and the ways fear and self-doubt have kept me quiet. Between empty notebooks, shifting plans, and moments of unexpected clarity, I’m learning that growth doesn’t always look graceful. It’s messy, weird, and somehow exactly what I need right now.

Golden Petal has taken on many shapes over the years — different names, ideas, and dreams. But now, everything feels aligned. What once felt scattered has found its place, and the journey has come full circle in the most beautiful way.

I’ve always known that our bodies and minds are capable of healing. It’s a truth that feels ancient—something I carry in my DNA, or perhaps wisdom passed down from past lives. For much of my life, though, I didn’t understand why I believed this so deeply. Before my awakening, I would quietly tuck those thoughts away, alongside all the other beliefs that didn’t seem to fit the world I was raised in. It wasn’t something taught in my religion, nor spoken by anyone I knew, so I often wondered if I was simply imagining things.

When I finally began to see and feel more clearly—to open myself to all the possibilities—energy and sound healing found me. It felt like a missing piece of myself had clicked into place. I dove into Reiki and embraced every sound bath I could. For the first time, I felt deeply grounded and whole.

Then, life called me into a long pause—a hiatus that lasted nearly three years. It wasn’t that I stopped believing in the healing path; I had simply lost belief in myself. Returning has been a journey, one of remembering and rebuilding from the inside out.

But I made it back.

And now, as I step forward again, both Golden Petal and I are transforming into what we were always meant to become.

It feels so good to be home.