The Sacred Return: Finding Myself Again, One Conscious Choice at a Time

The Sacred Return: Finding Myself Again, One Conscious Choice at a Time

It was Just a Campfire Conversation...Until it Wasn't....

It happened around a campfire, in a moment that seemed ordinary at the time. I was in my late 40s or early 50s, sitting with friends and family, relaxed and open under the stars. Someone posed the question:

“What’s one thing on your bucket list?”

It was just a campfire conversation… Until it wasn’t…

Sometimes, it takes just one question to crack something open inside you – and in that moment – you realize you’ve been living disconnected from yourself!

It was meant to be fun, reflective. But when it came to me, I froze.

Because I didn’t have an answer.

It wasn’t just that I hadn’t written a bucket list—I hadn’t even thought about one. I had spent so many years focused on everyone else’s needs, managing life and responsibilities, that somewhere along the way, I stopped asking myself what I wanted.

That moment, around the glow of that fire, was the beginning of something sacred for me. I wouldn’t realize it till years later, but that simple campfire question would become the beginning of my next chapter. Just a gentle nudge from within, or a silent whisper from above, cracked open something inside me, something that said - I had more living to do, more to offer myself and others. But first, I had to find my way back to me.

That campfire moment would become the beginning of my unfolding.

The Small Return

Coming back to yourself doesn’t happen all at once. It’s not a giant leap—it’s a series of small, conscious choices.

For me, the return looked like:

• Sitting in silence for 20 minutes before the rest of the house woke up.

• Saying “no” to things that drained me, even if I couldn’t explain why.

• Choosing rest without guilt.

• Making space to feel and just BE—not fix.

It wasn’t about reinventing my life overnight. It was about remembering… and then responding, one choice at a time.

The Kitchen as Sacred Space

One of the unexpected places I began to reconnect with myself was the kitchen. A space that had always been full of purpose—but rarely for me.

This time, I returned with intention. Not to impress, not to accommodate—just to care for myself.

When I chop vegetables now, I do it with reverence.

This isn’t just meal prep—it’s a practice. A moment to ground myself. A prayer of nourishment. A way of saying: You matter. This matters.

The kitchen became more than a room. It became a sanctuary.

A Gentle Invitation

So I ask you, friend—where are you on autopilot?

Where are you hungry—not just for food, but for you?

Maybe this week, you choose just one conscious kitchen moment.

A cup of tea alone.

A meal made with intention.

A deep breath before you begin.

Let it be the beginning of your sacred return.

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