Dear Reader,
Welcome to a new season. I wish you a beautiful, light-filled summer and a renewed sense of connection—to yourself and to the world around you.
Friday was my birthday. I'm grateful to have been born on the longest day of the year here in the Northern Hemisphere.
The older we grow, perhaps the more we return to who we truly are, who we have always been. I celebrate the ongoing work of healing the soul, of remembering.
We all come into this world original and full of light. As a child, I was easygoing and loving, deeply attuned to the natural world and the emotions of those around me.
Perhaps too attuned. Like many of us, I slowly drifted away from that original self—people-pleasing, caretaking, adapting. We learn to shape shift in order to be accepted, to survive. We bury trauma, minimize our gifts, and try to keep pace in a world that feels increasingly uncertain and relentlessly exhausting.
Then one day, we awaken and are greeted by a semi-stranger in the mirror. She looks familiar, but hollow and tired—a woman who has forgotten her inner brilliance, her connection to peace and presence.
This is the moment of remembering. Of returning. Of loving again “the stranger who was your self,” as poet Derek Walcott writes in Love After Love:
The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
My wish for us is this: Give your heart back to itself. This is the season to reconnect to your essence—your divine, interconnected nature.
A brilliant, cool, unwaveringly kind woman—my age, a friend and colleague—passed away on June 2nd from ALS. Her death stirred something deep in me and reminded me of a former self. The me who, until 15 years ago, lived in survival mode. Who shrank from friendships and opportunities out of depression, self-doubt, pain, and comparison. Who missed connections that might have changed her life.
But today, in this season of light, I acknowledge how I have grown. I see clearly what I am no longer willing to carry—and who I’m no longer willing to be. Like a sunflower, I rise toward the light—toward joy and meaning.
As the soul heals and remembers its true nature, the rays of inner light grow longer and reach farther. And so it is for all of us. Blossom. Share your wisdom. Nurture your vision.
🌞 Simple Summer Expressive Art Exercise
Step 1: Gather your journal or a piece of paper and your favorite drawing tools.
Step 2: Place your hands on the paper and say, “I love you. I am listening.”
Step 3: Draw a circle in the center of the page to represent the sun.
Step 4: Inside the circle, write a few words from your truest self—qualities you embody and wish to embody and deepen in this season.
Step 5: Draw rays extending from the sun. As you color them in, focus on those words. Feel their energy in your body. Let this be a meditation on what you are embodying and calling in during this season of growth. Choose the colors and shapes that light you up.
Born on the longest day of the year, I’ve always felt a special flourishing in this season—and I hope you do too. Especially amidst the heaviness of the world, we need to shine our light.
As I mentioned in my last letter, I have collaborated with some soul-led women offering their wisdom to support you on your journey with over 85 complimentary personal and spiritual development gifts. Access to these gifts ends soon, on June 28th.
With love and light on your path,
Jess