Oh, Camilla! Thank you for being open to seeing a pattern that was in your way, and for sharing that moment of learning and metamorphosis with us! I think these times ask us to look in the mirror and re-vision what we see, and step as best we can into our better selves. Blessings to you for being the kind of person who can show us how to do that.
Yes—these times are calling us into the mirror, not to shame ourselves, but to recognize what’s asking to soften. I’m learning over and over that the real metamorphosis happens in the small, everyday moments like this—when we choose presence and compassion instead of old unconscious patterns. I’m grateful we get to walk this in community, alongside each other. Blessings received and bouncing back to you too for the beautiful work you do in the world ♥️🕊️
I sometimes think, where else in the writing world would I meet such extraordinary people and be welcomed into their circles in this way? No place I have ever found. This community is definitely a gift. May it continue to be a place of generosity and learning, inspiration and healing! Thank you for what you give so wisely and freely. <3
Aw, thanks Susan, I'm moved by your appreciation, and I 💯 agree this community is a gift—a place where we’re not performing through writing, but practicing being human together. Creativity as reciprocity. Growth as shared. I’m grateful to be walking alongside you. 🙏♥️🕊️
"... we’re all doing the best we can inside the stories that made us."
Wow, there’s such warmth and wisdom in this line alone! Thank you so much, Camilla. Just yesterday, two dear friends, Simone and Jo, here on Substack, greatly encouraged me to record a poem aloud for the first time. Despite being a lifelong poet, I’d never done it.
On my third attempt, I recited a short poem I’d written earlier this week. Today, as my sixty-second birthday approaches (next week), I’m still sitting in quiet, delightful shock and deep gratitude. It felt like such a small thing, but for me, it was positively seismic.
A moment of encouragement, a mirror held with compassion ... and some old pattern loosened up. Yes, we’re all doing the best we can inside the stories that made us. And sometimes, a little kindness and a little compassion can help so many of us rewrite that next line. 🙏💖
Yes—seismic in the subtle. Those “small” moments are never actually small. They’re where the old story loosens just enough to let a new one breathe.
Recording your own poem—giving your voice literal vibration, resonance, breath—that is an initiation. A reclaiming. A homecoming to the part of you that has always been here.
A mirror offered with compassion and loving kindness can do that. It doesn’t fix us—it reminds us.
May this new line you’ve just written with your voice carry you gently into your sixty-second year—spacious, embodied, and self-honoring. I’m celebrating you, your poem, your courage, and the quiet astonishment of coming home to yourself. ♥️🕊️
Thank you so much, Camilla, for holding up this mirror today. I feel deeply seen, heard and held in your compassion and wisdom. Seismic in the subtle, says it all. I'm secretly pleased your regular post got interrupted ... for what you've shared today is quite extraordinary. Namaste, my dear friend, namaste 🪞🙏🫂
Deborah, thank you🙏 And your comment about being "secretly pleased your regular post got interrupted" made me smile. Perhaps sometimes the interruption is the teaching. The post that arrives unplanned, unguarded—perhaps can be where a real transmission happens. I’m grateful we could meet in that threshold where something old loosens and something new can breathe. Namaste, dear friend. ♥️🕊️
Hi Camilla, thank you for bringing such clarity. It is also how l experience my ego, and observation from a soul perspective is such a powerful aspect of being. Yes, we are still triggered, though l use my body for discernment, and wait … patiently (mostly 🤣🙏🏼). I have started to take more notice where in my body the soul whispers 🙏🏼💚😊
Thank you, Simone 💚 and yes - embodied discernment feels like a quiet revolution 💚 The more we listen for those subtle whispers, the more grace seems to flow through the moment, even when ego wants to rush in😂 and yes, patience remains the edge of my practice🤣
Thank you, Prajna 💛 Your words carry that grounded wisdom I so admire. “Something to remember, be with” feels like the perfect description of the practice itself—returning, again and again, to presence and reciprocity✨🌟💖🙏🕊️
Thank you 💖 Yes—what a gift it is to be part of a community that helps us remember what we already know deep down. That shared reflection feels like true power with. 🌿✨🙏
Thank you so much, Sabrina 🌿 I’m really glad to hear it resonated with you. Writing 'Power With' felt like an invitation to remember a gentler, truer kind of strength—one rooted in connection and reciprocity. I appreciate you reading and sharing in that reflection. ✨
Oh, Camilla! Thank you for being open to seeing a pattern that was in your way, and for sharing that moment of learning and metamorphosis with us! I think these times ask us to look in the mirror and re-vision what we see, and step as best we can into our better selves. Blessings to you for being the kind of person who can show us how to do that.
Susan, thank you. I really receive this. 🙏
Yes—these times are calling us into the mirror, not to shame ourselves, but to recognize what’s asking to soften. I’m learning over and over that the real metamorphosis happens in the small, everyday moments like this—when we choose presence and compassion instead of old unconscious patterns. I’m grateful we get to walk this in community, alongside each other. Blessings received and bouncing back to you too for the beautiful work you do in the world ♥️🕊️
I sometimes think, where else in the writing world would I meet such extraordinary people and be welcomed into their circles in this way? No place I have ever found. This community is definitely a gift. May it continue to be a place of generosity and learning, inspiration and healing! Thank you for what you give so wisely and freely. <3
Aw, thanks Susan, I'm moved by your appreciation, and I 💯 agree this community is a gift—a place where we’re not performing through writing, but practicing being human together. Creativity as reciprocity. Growth as shared. I’m grateful to be walking alongside you. 🙏♥️🕊️
"... we’re all doing the best we can inside the stories that made us."
Wow, there’s such warmth and wisdom in this line alone! Thank you so much, Camilla. Just yesterday, two dear friends, Simone and Jo, here on Substack, greatly encouraged me to record a poem aloud for the first time. Despite being a lifelong poet, I’d never done it.
On my third attempt, I recited a short poem I’d written earlier this week. Today, as my sixty-second birthday approaches (next week), I’m still sitting in quiet, delightful shock and deep gratitude. It felt like such a small thing, but for me, it was positively seismic.
A moment of encouragement, a mirror held with compassion ... and some old pattern loosened up. Yes, we’re all doing the best we can inside the stories that made us. And sometimes, a little kindness and a little compassion can help so many of us rewrite that next line. 🙏💖
Deborah, thanks for sharing this, it moves me. 🙏
Yes—seismic in the subtle. Those “small” moments are never actually small. They’re where the old story loosens just enough to let a new one breathe.
Recording your own poem—giving your voice literal vibration, resonance, breath—that is an initiation. A reclaiming. A homecoming to the part of you that has always been here.
A mirror offered with compassion and loving kindness can do that. It doesn’t fix us—it reminds us.
May this new line you’ve just written with your voice carry you gently into your sixty-second year—spacious, embodied, and self-honoring. I’m celebrating you, your poem, your courage, and the quiet astonishment of coming home to yourself. ♥️🕊️
Thank you so much, Camilla, for holding up this mirror today. I feel deeply seen, heard and held in your compassion and wisdom. Seismic in the subtle, says it all. I'm secretly pleased your regular post got interrupted ... for what you've shared today is quite extraordinary. Namaste, my dear friend, namaste 🪞🙏🫂
Deborah, thank you🙏 And your comment about being "secretly pleased your regular post got interrupted" made me smile. Perhaps sometimes the interruption is the teaching. The post that arrives unplanned, unguarded—perhaps can be where a real transmission happens. I’m grateful we could meet in that threshold where something old loosens and something new can breathe. Namaste, dear friend. ♥️🕊️
Well said and THANK YOU for the reminder.
Thanks, Joti. I’m happy to hear it resonated🥰I’m reminding myself, too. We’re walking this together. 🤍🕊️
A reawakening. Yes!
Right? A reawakening—individually and collectively. Feels like we’re in it together🙏♥️🕊️
Hi Camilla, thank you for bringing such clarity. It is also how l experience my ego, and observation from a soul perspective is such a powerful aspect of being. Yes, we are still triggered, though l use my body for discernment, and wait … patiently (mostly 🤣🙏🏼). I have started to take more notice where in my body the soul whispers 🙏🏼💚😊
Thank you, Simone 💚 and yes - embodied discernment feels like a quiet revolution 💚 The more we listen for those subtle whispers, the more grace seems to flow through the moment, even when ego wants to rush in😂 and yes, patience remains the edge of my practice🤣
Yes, something to remember, be with. Beautiful Camilla.
Thank you, Prajna 💛 Your words carry that grounded wisdom I so admire. “Something to remember, be with” feels like the perfect description of the practice itself—returning, again and again, to presence and reciprocity✨🌟💖🙏🕊️
I love this short anecdote--thank you! It's so great to have a sisterhood that reflects remembrance back to us.
Thank you 💖 Yes—what a gift it is to be part of a community that helps us remember what we already know deep down. That shared reflection feels like true power with. 🌿✨🙏
This was beautiful. Thank you.
Thank you so much, Sabrina 🌿 I’m really glad to hear it resonated with you. Writing 'Power With' felt like an invitation to remember a gentler, truer kind of strength—one rooted in connection and reciprocity. I appreciate you reading and sharing in that reflection. ✨
I certainly have a LOT of muck to grow from--thanks for so eloquently reminding me.
All the more to blossom from, Jill 🪷🥰💖