I have always loved trees.
Since childhood, I felt trees spoke a language that could not be heard with the ears, only with the heart. I called them my friends. They stood quietly, untouched by storms, deeply rooted in the earth, while courageously stretching their branches toward the sky... Only years later did I understand why they felt so close to me...
Because I, too, am like a tree.
I didn't begin with the crown. My true growth began in the darkness. A seed ripens in heavy, fertile soil. In a place invisible to the world. Roots press through cold and shadow, searching for a place where they can anchor safely and deeply...No one sees them... and yet it is there that the true strength of a tree is born.
It was the same for me.
The dark night of Soul.
Loneliness.
Motherhood.
Divorce.
Moments when the outer world was falling apart, and I had to learn to trust what I could not yet see.
Before I ever touched the light, my roots were growing in darkness for a very long time.
I was searching for stability.
For a place I could trust. For a path that felt true. And although there were times I felt alone in a dark forest, life was quietly teaching me to root myself more deeply.
In myself.
In my intuition.
In my truth.
Because a tree does not fear winter. It understands the sacred rhythm of change. It does not cling to leaves that are ready to fall. It lets them go with grace. Again and again, it sheds what no longer belongs to the season it is becoming. And still, it remains. Silent. Humble. Yet majestic. Unshaken in its essence, even as it transforms.
Life has changed me.
I, too, am no longer the woman I once was. Life has changed me. Softened me in some places. Strengthened me in others. Opened spaces within me that once lived behind walls.
Like a tree, I have learned that transformation is not loss. It is renewal. What falls away creates space for New Life. And even when everything appears bare on the surface, something sacred is still happening underneath. Growth is still unfolding in silence.
I felt the light
And then, one day, I felt the light. I realised that every experience had strengthened the trunk of my inner power. It didn't happen overnight. It didn't fall from the sky. It grew from the very place that once felt like darkness.
I found peace.
Grounding.
Trust in myself.
Love for Life.
And only then could my branches finally open wide toward the heavens. Without fear... Without resistance. In harmony with the rhythm of my Soul.
Today I know my story was never a story of falling apart. It was a story of becoming rooted deeply enough to rise differently, but alignment with my life mission.
And when a tree truly trusts its roots, it is never afraid to let go, to bloom, and to reach for the sky.
Rooted in depth.
Grounded in presence.
Expanding with intention and intuition.