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In the In-Between: Trusting What Is Still Unfolding

Hello,

The last couple of weeks has met me in a place of deep unraveling, where truth rose to the surface with a clarity I could no longer soften or reshape. I began in a space of raw honesty, recognizing how long I have been holding onto hope for something that has not taken form. That awareness carried both grief and awakening. It asked me to sit with the ache of longing while also seeing the quiet strength it takes to face what is real.

As I moved through the days, I found myself questioning what it all means, what it means to choose differently, and what it means to honor my own needs. There was no immediate answer, only a growing awareness that something within me is shifting. I began to understand that clarity does not always arrive as a solution. Sometimes it arrives as a gentle, persistent knowing that change is inevitable, even if the timing remains uncertain.

In the midst of that emotional weight, I returned to the simplest truths I know. I grounded myself in small acts of care and allowed presence to become my anchor. Moments that might otherwise have gone unnoticed began to feel significant. Connection, beauty, and quiet support revealed themselves in subtle ways, reminding me that even in discomfort, I am not without nourishment.

I turned toward my spiritual practices not as a way to escape what I was feeling, but as a way to remain within myself while feeling it fully. Through reflection and intention, I was reminded that I still hold power in how I meet my circumstances. Offering, illumination, and conscious choice became guiding threads, helping me reclaim a sense of agency even within an environment that feels limiting. I began to create small rhythms again, not to control my experience, but to support it.

As the days unfolded, I started to see this period not as something to endure, but as a kind of transformation. There is a discomfort in becoming, a necessary tension that exists between who I have been and who I am becoming. I felt myself stepping into that space more willingly, allowing uncertainty to exist without demanding resolution. There is a quiet courage in staying present when the future feels undefined.

Midway through the week, something within me broke open completely. Grief moved through my body in a way that was undeniable and consuming. It was not tied to a single moment, but to a collection of losses, unmet expectations, and the weight of time. In that unraveling, I lost my sense of structure and stepped away from the practices that normally steady me. What remained was stillness, silence, and the need to simply be.

I allowed myself that pause. I let go of the need to document, to produce, or to make meaning too quickly. There is honesty in naming that I do not feel steady enough to guide others while feeling lost within myself. Choosing to step back became an act of integrity rather than retreat. It is a reminder that tending to my own foundation is essential to any work I offer the world.

In that quiet space, creativity became my language. Where words felt insufficient, art allowed expression to move freely. Something sacred remained accessible through that process, reminding me that even when I feel uncertain, I am still connected to a deeper current of truth and creation.

There have also been subtle shifts in my external world. Small actions, moments of cooperation, and changes within my environment have created a sense of movement where there once felt like stagnation. While nothing is fully resolved, there is a softening taking place. The energy around me feels more supportive, more open, and more willing to evolve.

Throughout it all, one truth continues to return. I do not need to have the answers right now. I am allowed to exist in this in-between space, where clarity is still forming and the path ahead is not yet visible. My role is not to force direction, but to remain present, to care for myself, and to trust that life is still unfolding in ways I cannot yet see.

For now, I am choosing to pause. This will be my last weekly roundup for a while as I gather myself, tend to my inner landscape, and allow space for what is emerging. This is not an ending, but a transition. I will return when I feel rooted, clear, and ready to share from a place of alignment once again.

In Closing

As you move through your own seasons of uncertainty, may you remember that you are not required to have everything figured out. There is wisdom in the pause, strength in presence, and beauty in allowing life to reveal itself one moment at a time.

With warmth,
Jules
Art Mystic Wellness

Journal Prompts
Where in my life am I being invited to accept what is, rather than resist it?
What does it look like for me to honor myself while navigating uncertainty?
How can I create space for transformation without rushing the outcome?

Affirmation
I trust the unfolding of my life and honor the wisdom within each moment.

Simple Embodiment Practice
Find a quiet place to sit or lie down. Allow your body to settle naturally, without forcing stillness. Gently close your eyes or soften your gaze.

Begin by taking slow, steady breaths, allowing each inhale to fill your chest and each exhale to release tension. Place one hand on your heart and one on your belly, noticing the rhythm beneath your hands.

With each breath, silently repeat, “It is just right now.” Let this phrase anchor you in the present moment. If your mind begins to wander toward the past or future, gently guide it back without judgment.

After several breaths, allow your body to make small, intuitive movements. This might be a subtle sway, a shift in your shoulders, or a gentle stretch. Let your body lead, trusting its natural rhythm.

Return to stillness and sit with the quiet awareness that you are here, you are breathing, and for this moment, that is enough.


Photo: “Aspects of Love” by Jericson

One of five watercolor paintings in a series I’m currently working on.

Who is Jericson?! Burien, WA

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When Alignment Becomes the Way Forward

Hello,

This past week carried the quiet relief of returning to myself after a long season of reorientation. I felt a renewed steadiness moving through my body and spirit, as if something essential had finally settled back into place. Rather than pushing forward, I found myself listening more deeply, trusting the signals of my nervous system, and allowing my life to reorganize itself around what truly sustains me. The overarching theme was clear and gentle: alignment creates ease, and ease is not a lack of devotion but its most honest expression.

As the days unfolded, I noticed how often my body holds wisdom long before my mind catches up. Moments of beauty arrived through nature, creativity, and shared presence, reminding me that resilience is rooted in deeper rhythms than effort alone. Time outdoors, meaningful conversation, and creative tending reconnected me to a sense of belonging that does not require proving or performance. Ancient landscapes and simple rituals reflected back a truth I have lived before and am reclaiming again: what is real endures, even as structures and roles evolve.

Throughout the week, embodiment became my compass. Rest revealed itself as a strategic choice rather than a retreat, and discernment replaced urgency. I felt old skins loosening naturally as I stopped negotiating with my instincts for the sake of comfort or approval. Choosing self-respect over explanation brought immediate relief. Each time I trusted my first knowing, energy returned instead of draining away. Alignment proved itself not through grand gestures, but through cleaner boundaries, simpler choices, and a willingness to pause before committing.

Physical discomfort continued to offer instruction. Rather than treating pain as an obstacle, I met it with curiosity and care, learning how environment, pacing, and nourishment shape my well-being. I noticed how order in my physical space created calm internally, and how small acts of stewardship restored a sense of agency. Responsibility shifted from endurance to authorship. I remembered that leadership begins with tending what is within reach and honoring what is mine to hold.

By the end of the week, a deeper confidence had taken root. I found myself speaking more cleanly, apologizing less, and trusting that clarity does not require justification. Creativity and service flowed most naturally when they arose from lived truth rather than obligation. Sharing my voice from that place felt both grounding and expansive, affirming that integrity carries its own authority. The week closed not with exhaustion, but with a sense of consolidation and quiet power, reminding me that authenticity is not loud. It is steady, embodied, and deeply restorative.

In Closing

I carry this knowing forward as an invitation rather than a mandate. Alignment asks only for honesty and presence. When we listen closely to our bodies and honor our inner truth, life responds with support, clarity, and a rhythm that sustains us far beyond any single moment.

With warmth,
Jules
Art Mystic Wellness

Photo: “I am Groot” rock! If you’ve seen Guardians of The Galaxy, tell me if you see what I see. Also, I may need to address my ragged gloves LOL.

Lincoln Park; West Seattle, WA

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Choosing Presence in the Storm: Finding Grace in What Remains

This week reminded me that growth often arrives quietly, wrapped in fatigue, longing, and the steady rhythm of doing what must be done. I began the week weary, yet determined to create. A deep truth surfaced early: it is far more painful to block the creative flow than to express it. That realization became a thread through the days that followed—each choice to show up, each act of creation, was an empowering declaration of faith.

The days unfolded with both tenderness and testing. Working alongside my Momma to organize my Weekly Roundups into book form became more than a project; it was ceremony. Each theme—courage, faith, love—became a mirror for the journey itself. I could have chosen to let AI index it quickly, yet something in me knew that slow, mindful collaboration was the truer path. It reminded me that sacred work is not measured in speed, but in presence.

There were moments that tested my equilibrium, especially in relationships that have long carried patterns of imbalance. This time, rather than slipping into old roles of appeasement or argument, I stood firm in my peace. Remaining grounded in truth instead of reaction brought clarity. I could finally see how often I have hoped for change outside myself when Spirit was inviting me to claim change within. It became a turning point—a recognition that my purpose is not to fix or mother anyone, but to honor my divine creative path and live from that truth.

Through ceremony and reflection, I felt a shift in identity take root. The energy of the Crone—wise, sovereign, compassionate—rose within me as an anchor. This stage of life feels like home, where self-trust and spiritual authority flow without apology. The more I embody that, the more grace enters even the most difficult exchanges.

The week carried moments of light, too—creative sparks, laughter, unexpected affirmation. An invitation from a publisher arrived as if by divine design, validating my path as a writer and messenger. In contrast, unexpected hardships appeared as well: car troubles, financial tightness, health concerns for others. Yet through it all, I noticed something remarkable—peace no longer leaves me when difficulty arrives. I no longer confuse chaos with crisis. Even in uncertainty, I trust the unfolding.

There were tears, of course—grief for what is fading, for those preparing to leave this world, for the tenderness of love that cannot always heal what it touches. Yet those tears felt purifying, washing away what no longer serves. Through loss, I saw beauty. Through exhaustion, I found faith. Through stillness, I felt the pulse of life guiding me forward. With every beat of my heart I am reminded that life is a gift, allowing the pain to become exquisite.

In Closing

By week’s end, I realized that presence is my greatest act of devotion. Whether creating art, tending home, or navigating relationship storms, the call remains the same: stay awake, stay kind, stay true. Growth does not require perfection—only willingness. As I surrender control and release what has completed its purpose, I make space for grace to move through me. In this space, Spirit breathes new life into old wounds and transforms them into wisdom.

With love and faith,
Jules
Art Mystic Wellness

Journal Prompts:
1. Where in my life am I holding on to something that has already served its purpose?
2. How do I recognize the difference between chaos and true crisis?
3. What creative or spiritual practice brings me back into presence when life feels heavy?

Affirmation:
I release what no longer serves and allow divine grace to flow through every moment of my becoming.

Simple Grounding Meditation:
Find a comfortable seat and rest your hands over your heart. Breathe deeply, in through your nose and out through your mouth. With each exhale, imagine releasing what feels heavy. With each inhale, draw in the golden light of presence. Continue for three minutes, noticing how your body softens and your spirit steadies. When ready, whisper quietly, “I am here.”

Photo: Fall in Lincoln Park.
Seattle, WA