I’ve been sitting in quiet contemplation of where I’m at — wanting to share an update, a post-Bali reflection — and this metaphor arrived, one that’s been sitting deeply in my bones.
It feels like I’m at the very end of a chapter. Like, truly the end.
It’s that feeling when you’ve spent years in a home — you’ve lived every emotion inside those walls — and now you’re packing up the very last box. You’ve gone through every drawer, sorted what’s worth keeping and you’re standing in the empty room, looking around.
The walls are bare now, yet the memories linger.
The laughter, the heartbreak, the growth, the quiet nights, the moments that changed you.
And even though it’s bittersweet, you know it’s time to go.
That’s exactly how I feel right now — like I’m standing in this in-between, this liminal space, where everything is still for a moment, as if life is catching its breath before shifting into something new.
It’s the closing of a long, deep chapter of healing. The packing up of lessons and realisations. The gratitude for all that’s happened inside these four metaphorical walls.
And now… the readiness to step forward into deeper alignment and intentional embodiment.
Since unplugging and disconnecting from all life’s roles and responsibilities to attend the Heart Awakening retreat in Bali, run by my beautiful mentor and friend Candy Murrell, I can feel how much has recalibrated inside me.
Stepping off the usual carousel of rhythm, routine and duty allowed the healing I’ve immersed myself in these past few years to finally land and integrate.
My heart, my mind, my soul — they’re ready for what’s next.
But my body? She’s still catching up.
There’s this strange dissonance where the internal world feels new, expansive, free — yet the outer world hasn’t quite reflected that shift.
So, I’m here — in the pause, in that blank space before the new story begins.
And what I’ve been realising through conversations and reflection is that this space — this waiting, this emptiness — is not a void that needs to be filled, but a recalibration that’s already underway.
Everything that’s not in alignment is naturally coming to completion, being drawn to a close.
What’s meant to stay will stay; what’s ready to go will fall away.
There’s a deeper cleansing underway — a shedding of old identities, a gentle tying up of loose ends.
It’s as though life itself is doing the packing with me, sorting what can come with me where I’m going and what must be left behind.
And so, rather than trying to control or rush the process, I’m learning to anchor deeper into the safety I’ve learned to cultivate in my body — to find steadiness not in what’s known or visible, but within me.
This time, I’m learning to stay grounded and trusting, even without clarity about what’s next, yet safe within myself.
To trust that reality is simply rearranging and recalibrating to reflect the woman I have already become.
Because I can feel it — I already am Her.
And while there’s a tenderness in saying goodbye to what’s familiar, there’s also this quiet awe.
Like, holy shit… I can’t believe how much I’ve walked through.
I look around and think — if this is what I’ve created, healed and become here, then imagine what’s possible next.
It’s that final moment before closing the door — the breath before stepping into the unknown.
I don’t know what’s waiting on the other side, but I know I’m not meant to stay here. Not anymore.
There have been other moments along the way that felt like precipice moments, but nothing quite like this.
In the past, I’ve stood at the threshold — ready to leap — and found myself stepping back into the comfort of the known.
I didn’t yet trust myself, or life, to hold me through the uncertainty and expansion.
But this time is different.
This time, it doesn’t feel like there’s an option to go back.
Where I’ve been, and who I’ve become, has outgrown that space.
The only option now is to gently — and with loving gratitude — close the door and step over the threshold into what hasn’t yet revealed itself.
To start showing up as the next iteration of myself until she feels familiar.
Until Her way of being and living becomes the skin I’m in — with embodied wisdom and truth.
Right now, that looks like:
– being in constant gratitude for the space that’s held me through this season of life — expressing it, feeling it, acknowledging myself and everything I’ve achieved through it all.
– not rushing to reveal what’s next or to hurry the process — allowing all of me to catch up: mind, heart, spirit and body.
– trusting that my external world is simply in a phase of rearranging to reflect the woman I already am.
– taking small, gentle, unhurried yet aligned action as Her — aligning myself with Her frequency through embodied presence and grounded action.
– noticing where I’m still gripping or clinging to perceived safety or familiarity in old identities or versions of myself, and gently loosening my grip, allowing them to fall away and the new and aligned to take their place.
So here I am, with my last (metaphorical) box packed, whispering thank you to this space — and getting ready to step through the next doorway.
As I move through this quiet threshold and begin to settle into what’s next, I’ll keep sharing what unfolds — the lessons, the growth, the becoming.
Thank you for being here with me through it all — the pauses, the pivots, the imperfections.
Your presence means more than you know.
With love and gratitude,
Rhi xx
