Maestra: First Integration
Soul Snapshot Summary – Week 16
Theme: Growth in Practice, Threads Remembered, Voices Rising
1. What truth did I embody this week, rather than simply understand?
The truth that I can simply be everything that I am. I don’t have to narrate my entire journey or share every revelation aloud. My presence can do the speaking. I felt it in multiple moments—at the concert with Beth, during dinner with Matt, with Z’s mom, and in deep grief-space with Anne. In all these spaces, I held resonance instead of rehearsing my wounds. I am becoming the quiet flame that doesn’t need to shout. I am the embodiment of change.
2. What did my body teach me this week?
Loud and clear: Don’t overdo it, even with good things. Too many probiotics threw my whole system into disarray, forcing a reset. But the deeper truth revealed was a familiar one: I tend to “over”—overdo, overthink, overfeel. My physical discomfort was a messenger from my shadow, reminding me that healing isn’t about extremes, it’s about balance.
3. What creative act anchored me into the present moment?
Finishing the Mushroom Portal painting. My “divorce painting,” my visual timestamp of pain and healing. Each brushstroke meditated me forward. Hanging it on my wall was a final sentence, a punctuation mark at the end of a long chapter. And the emergence of the next creative work—my Lateralus homage—feels like a door opening. A new path to pour light into.
4. What boundary did I reinforce, and what did I learn in holding it?
Z reached out multiple times. Old patterns in new wrapping. He dropped pain and guilt at my feet, but I didn’t pick it up. I said little. I said no. I held the line.
The growth is in how little effort it took.
I didn’t waver. I didn’t react. I just… continued. That’s how I know I’ve changed.
I also saw the same need for distance from his mother—her words soaked in gin, spiraling loops I’ve long outgrown. I saw myself in her reflection, and I chose something else.
I chose clarity.
5. What small or quiet moment held the most transformation?
A dream: a jacket I wouldn’t normally wear—sheer black, stitched seams, 3D fabric flowers on the sleeves. A vision of layered softness and power.
That morning, a notification for a new MasterClass about personal style arrived, and I felt called to watch it. It opened something. Not just in fashion, but in purpose. I saw how Cloud Sourced Wisdom could help other women like me—women rebuilding, rediscovering, reclaiming.
Then a video of a women’s rage choir cracked me open. Humming, stomping, screaming together—syncopated grief turned power. I cried from the marrow.
It was all part of the same message: listen.
The universe is whispering with a megaphone now.
“You cried because it was true. Because you were meant to echo it. Because the jacket was never just fashion—it was sacred armor for the next version of you.”
🌀 Let this week be a seam in the sacred garment you’re sewing from all the lives you’ve outgrown. You are not just healing—you are hearing.
And the universe has started to hum back.