This morning, I pulled up my vision board for the first time in a long while. I didn’t plan to, I was simply called. No dramatic soundtrack. No full moon rising. Just a quiet nudge. Look. Remember. And so I did.
There it was, still glowing with dreams I whisper to the universe: Award-winning books. An artist’s studio wrapped in glass. Fields of flowers. Two paint horses grazing under a wide sky. A modest modern mountain home that can be built anywhere spirit calls. Travel plans. Photo adventures. The cover of Live Your Love magazine. A life fully lived. Fully expressed. In rhythm with the Earth.
And yet… none of it is here. Not physically. Not yet.
Right now, it looks like “nothing.” But I know better. I know it’s becoming something. Because I am not sitting idle in the stillness. I am writing. Every day, stories unfold at my fingertips. Queries go out into the world like messages in bottles. New ideas emerge, unannounced and insistent. My art takes shape, slowly, honestly.
And I, myself, this layered, growing self, keeps surrendering to the deeper rhythm of my soul. This is not waiting. This is becoming who I am meant to be.
Maybe that’s what my short fiction series Barefoot has been about all along. A metaphor for this life I’m living. A barefoot walk into discovery. Step by step. Tender. Curious. Unprotected. Each sting of life, an opening. Each stretch of earth, a reconnection. Returning to the pulse of the land. One flowing with milk and honey from within. I am the promised land. I am the truth of my being.
So today, I bless this sacred in-between. Because “nothing” isn’t empty. It’s holy ground. It’s the unseen architecture of dreams taking root. And I am not waiting.
I am moving into my sovereignty with grace.
I give thanks to the version of me who once dared to place these dreams onto a board, to envision all that I am capable of being, knowing, doing. I give thanks to the higher-self within me that whispered, ever so softly, look now. And I give thanks to the future me, already living it, who is quietly calling forth.
AND I thank you for walking with me - through the nothing, the becoming, and all the mystery in between. Your presence here means more than you know.
With love,
Chera
“The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.”
—Eleanor Roosevelt