The Invitation. A gentle call to return home to yourself

There are moments in life when something stirs within us, a whisper from deep inside that says, slow down, soften, listen.

Last night, as I sat in circle with the women of my Consciously Female Club, I felt that whisper move through the room like a sacred breeze.

These women, each of whom I’ve journeyed alongside for years, are not chasing careers or crafting business plans. They are not striving to “become” anything other than what their souls are quietly, insistently calling them to be.

They are therapists, somatic practitioners, yoga teachers, healers, change-makers. Each one walking her own unique path of awakening, learning to live from her essence, not her ego.

And yet, in this shared space, we are united by the same undercurrent: the deep desire to embody the wisdom our lives have already taught us, and to offer that wisdom as a gift to the world.

Last night’s session was potent. We spoke about identity, about the woman we are becoming and the shedding of who we no longer need to be.

There was a sense of quiet reverence in the air, a kind of sacred remembrance that the woman we are called to become is not found in striving or effort, but in surrendering and listening.

We explored the idea of being the woman who lives her life at a pace and rhythm that feels aligned with her energy, particularly in the post-menopausal years, when so much of what we once knew dissolves into something altogether more fluid, spacious, and wise.

We spoke of being the woman who honours her body’s new cadence, who commits to gentle daily rituals; walking among trees, moving intuitively, eating in rhythm with the seasons, meditating, resting, and tending to her soul’s garden with quiet devotion.

We imagined the woman whose life is a creative expression of all that she has lived through, not in pursuit of perfection, but in the grace of wholeness. The woman who speaks to herself with kindness and compassion, who no longer allows the mechanical chatter of her mind to drown out the soft, steady voice of her soul. The woman who refuses to let fear hold hostage the beauty, sensuality, and joy that still longs to dance through her.

There is something profoundly beautiful about this time of life, the middle passage, the afterglow of youth, the sacred descent into deeper knowing. And yet, so often, we try to cling to what was. We are bombarded by messages that tell us to reclaim our youth, to reverse the years, to stay vibrant, to change who we are and pretend not to age.

But what if the real invitation, the holy invitation is not to reclaim the past but to become.

What if, instead of trying to recreate an image of our younger selves, we could sink gently into the shadows and discover the luminous beauty and wisdom of the woman we are now?

What if we could look at our faces in the mirror and see the storylines as sacred etchings of time, each one a poem of survival, each curve and softness an ode to the body that has carried us home again and again?

The world tells us to tighten, to polish, to conceal. But the soul whispers: unfold.

This is what I call a Self-Reset — not a reinvention, but a return. A coming home to the natural rhythm of our being, a remembering of who we were before the noise of expectation drowned out the music of our truth.

In this season of our lives, the invitation is to stop pushing. To stop striving. To release the pressure to “be more.”

The invitation is to be enough.

To find the sacred in the ordinary, in the brewing of tea, the sound of rain, the warmth of sunlight on skin.

To weave beauty into daily life. lighting a candle before you write, gathering flowers from the garden, walking barefoot on the earth, breathing deeply into your heart.

To live from the inside out, from a place of authenticity, trust, and reverence for the mystery that moves through you.

When we surrender to this softer way of living, we begin to notice how life itself starts to realign around us. Opportunities, friendships, and creative sparks arise not from effort but from resonance.

Our work becomes an expression of who we are, not what we do.

We begin to see that there is immense power in gentleness.

That grace is not a quality we must cultivate, but one that arises naturally when we stop fighting life and allow ourselves to flow with it.

We remember that ageing is not a decline, it is an awakening. A ripening. A tender, radiant expansion into the truth of our being.

We start to see ourselves not as women who are “past our prime,” but as living embodiments of wisdom, storytellers, teachers, guides, holders of light.

So, if you find yourself standing at a crossroads, unsure of who you are becoming, feeling the ache of transition, longing for simplicity and meaning, this is your invitation.

Come home.

Come home to your breath.

Come home to your body.

Come home to the rhythm of your own becoming.

The path ahead does not ask you to run. It asks you to walk slowly, barefoot, unguarded.

It asks you to listen to the rustle of leaves, the call of the sea, the pulse of your own heart.

It asks you to live with grace and compassion, to trust the unfolding, to create beauty wherever you go.

Let your life become an offering.

Let your presence become your prayer.Let your days be infused with quiet awe, curiosity, and joy.

For in the end, the most profound transformation is not in becoming someone new, but in finally resting as who you truly are.

That is the invitation.

That is the Self-Reset.

That is the quiet revolution of living a life aligned with the pulse of your own soul.

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Feel free to get in touch if you would like to travel the journey of your becoming with me. I offer 1:1 sessions, a monthly women’s circle and life changing retreats in Africa.