It's June 30th - and BLOOM! IS OUT!

 

Dear friends,

it has been such a rollercoaster of a day, but it’s finally complete —BLOOM! is out!

This book has been a truly personal journey for me — one that began even before the lockdown and has now come full circle. It was never my intention to share BLOOM! with the world. When I began writing, it was for myself, for a friend, for my family, and for those who came before and will come after me.

This past year has been a deep and transformative experience. Traveling creatively with Thorald and Isaac Koren through my personal musical streams has taught me so much about myself. The journey led me to the realization that I do want to share BLOOM! with anyone who feels called to walk beside me.

BLOOM! consists of forty chapters, each seasoned with my flower art. It's a collection of reflections from my inner journey — a journey through emotions and elements I’ve encountered and come to understand along the way. I've always been fascinated by how the human mind and heart work. That’s why many of the chapters include questions that invite you to explore your own emotions and life experiences.

BLOOM! is available for a donation starting at just $1 —just  buy me a sunflower, and it’s yours. I wanted to make it as accessible as possible to anyone who feels drawn to join this blooming journey toward deeper self-acceptance and self-love. It’s about choosing to be,  to be fully, to be right here and right now. Because truly, there’s no better time to begin caring for yourself than this moment.

This book is my love letter to the word bloom — no doubt, my favourite word in English. To me, it sounds like fireworks. It calls you to open up, to be brave, to reveal and unfold your colours – both to yourself and to others,  and to do so without judgment.

𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒹𝑜𝑒𝓈 "𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓂" 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊?

𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝒹𝑜𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝒷 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁?

📩 Feel free to share your thoughts with me — by leaving me your comment here or via

 the contact page.

🌹 My new book, BLOOM!, is available on my website or here: 

 BLOOM! by Hele Flora

But for now, let's BLOOM! 

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May peace be with you

Hele  

A Fragment from BLOOM!: #8 Peace

 

On June 22nd, my debut song – Roots – was released.

It’s been an incredibly exciting time! I’m so grateful for all the lovely, warm, kind, and inspiring feedback I’ve received from so many of you. I truly appreciate it – and I deeply appreciate you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart!

In case you haven't heard it yet and would like to, here your shortcut to listen to it on Spotify:
Roots by Hele Flora

And today, I’m thrilled once again – my book BLOOM! will be released on June 30th!

The final stages of completion have been intense and have taken a bit more time than planned, partly due to the song release. So, I’ve decided to move the release date in order to end the month on a high note and make the book available on the last day of the month.

Before you get the chance to read it in full, I’d love to share with you a little preview. The book is divided into chapters that explore different feelings and thought constructs – like love, rejection, guilt, and shame – but not only those. There are also chapters that delve into broader themes, such as being and becoming, or the essence of that uncomfortable feeling we experience when stepping into unfamiliar waters, or when something old surfaces in our consciousness.

I’ll tell you more about the book in my next post, but until then, here’s a fragment from BLOOM! – Chapter 8: Peace.

Thank you so much for visiting me here and for being part of my world by reading my words. I’d truly love to hear your thoughts about the chapter, so please feel free to share them – either here or through my website www.heleflora.com.

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May peace be with you

♡  Hele

And now the fragment from BLOOM!: #8 Peace

We often talk about searching for peace, but in truth, peace is not something to be found – it is already within you. It has been with you since the beginning. You were born with it. If you cannot feel peace, it is because it has been buried beneath something else.

Every unresolved thought, unaddressed emotion, and avoided situation – everything you set aside because it feels uncomfortable – accumulates like layers, covering your inner peace. Over time, this weight makes it difficult for peace to breathe within you. 

You may try to live by the saying, “Out of sight, out of mind.” You may even convince yourself that it is true. But is it really? Believing that would be like believing that if you didn’t look into a mirror for a long time, you would forget your own existence. Just as you would never truly forget yourself, a part of you will always remember the thoughts, emotions, judgments, and experiences stored in the “unanswered” department within you and will stay stuck, waiting for the moment when you are finally ready to look into them, feel them and open yourself to possible solutions.

When we don’t want to confront something, we ignore it. But what needs to be acknowledge will continue to appear in our lives until we are willing to face it. To meet something means to welcome it – to allow and to embrace it as it is, without judgement, resentment, or unkindness.

For that reason, your peace remains hidden until the day it becomes your top priority. This is the day when you’re done with ignoring, suppressing and judging your feelings. You quit measuring yourself by someone else’s standards, trying to fit into their mindset, their frames, their boxes. You are ready to understand.

Then, like lightning cutting through the sky, a shift takes place. As always, after the storm, the air becomes crystal-clear. Suddenly, a profound silence fills your world. That silence is peace – finally free, finally stretching, finally breathing within you. You realize that measuring yourself by someone else’s expectations is for those who are not yet strong enough to live without it.

From that moment on, two questions will accompany you:

·        Will I spend my present moments running from my past, or will I choose each day to live mindfully and wholeheartedly?

How can I choose it more right now?

Even the Storms Bow to Love

Our relationship with life is shaped by our willingness to trust. It depends on whether we’ve grown to meet life with an open heart – or if we’ve kept it closed, hidden away to avoid hurt and harm. Hurt people often build walls around themselves. Safe people keep inviting others in. They keep setting the table for kindred souls, seeking similarities, shared truths, and common ground with everyone they meet. There’s no right or wrong in either of these mindsets. Yet both reveal how life can mould us when we don't meet it with awareness.

Everything begins to make sense the moment we’re willing to dive into someone’s story – when we listen with sincerity, honesty, and transparency. When we do, we often realize how deeply we can relate. We are more alike than we think when it comes to facing loss, love, pain, and triumph.

The difference lies in the bounce-back time – 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝒸𝓀𝓁𝓎 𝓌𝑒’𝓇𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝑔𝑜 𝑜𝒻 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒹. In other words: how attached we’ve become to the story we keep telling ourselves about who we are.

Yes, different situations carry different weight. We each have unique strengths and wounds. We’re shaped by culture, family patterns, the beliefs of our time. But across generations and geographies, some truths remain: loss hurts, and love makes us bloom.

When that’s said, it becomes clear that our story is shaped by what we lean into the most. When we focus on hardship, we get tuned to drawing more of it in. When we fixate on hurt, we can end up idolizing our wounds.

And yet – everything eventually bends.
Not to fear.
Not to force.
But to the quiet, unwavering pull of love.

Love doesn’t seek to fix. It seeks to witness. It sees everything, feels everything, welcomes everything. It looks for blessings in the chaos. It reminds you of your strength. It holds you in a space that doesn’t isolate or condition, but simply invites you in. It asks you:

𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑒𝓁𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒𝒹 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔?
𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑔𝓇𝑒𝑒𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓂𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒷𝓎 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒?
What would happen if you treated every storm as an invitation – to know yourself more deeply, to soften, to surrender, to love you more, to come home to who you truly are?

Love teaches us to see more clearly, not to fight harder. It reveals the soul behind the emotion.
It doesn’t negotiate or demand. It doesn’t try to make you more right, only more free.

When you welcome everything, you become invincible. When you stop casting blame outward and instead turn inward to nurture what’s wounded, love becomes your way through. Because…

𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝑒𝓈𝓃’𝓉 𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 – 𝒾𝓉 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌𝓈.

𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝑒𝓈𝓃’𝓉 𝓃𝑒𝑔𝑜𝓉𝒾𝒶𝓉𝑒 – 𝒾𝓉 𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑜𝒹𝒾𝑒𝓈.

𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝑒𝓈𝓃’𝓉 𝒻𝑒𝒶𝓇 – 𝒾𝓉 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓈𝓉𝓈.

𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝑒𝓈𝓃’𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝒸𝑒 – 𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓃𝓈.

And this is why, even the storms bow to love.

 

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May peace be with you.

♡  Hele

My single Roots is out now!

 

Over the past one and a half years, I have been journeying through musicscapes.
While being on the journey I’ve come to realize that singing is not about sounding perfect, but about sounding out – expressing the music that you are.

Your sound is unique. More importantly, your sound is a medicine.

You reside a song. That song is made of countless songs and are in a constant movement. Your songs can be your allies on your path to health and wholeness, true expression, abundance, higher wisdom – success in any form.  You are a song, and I am a song. Our songs come into this world through us, but they can reach far beyond ourselves.

This part of you is pure magic, and so I would rather not shape it too tightly with words. Instead, I’ll let it dance between the lines and invite you to feel whatever arises when you turn inward – when you listen to what your being wishes to share with you.

For a few years, I’ve been on an inward journey – drinking in my own self and the songs that live within me. I’ve been listening deeply and sounding outward. I’ve been learning to not only hear but to celebrate the music I am. It’s a new way of being. It’s been a wavy, winding path, one that has carried me to places I had never been before – all to prepare, to open, and to welcome the birth of my first song.

I want to thank my song from the bottom of my heart for waiting for me. And I want to thank my brothers in song – Thorald, who journeyed with me and my sound, and helped me bring the song home and Isaac, who has kept me grounded.

My big thank you goes to Kyle, for his wisdom and for holding space with his calm, steady presence, to Jenna for inspiration, and to Nancy, for our conversations throughout the journey.

Last but not least, heartfelt thanks to Chef Brian – for always believing in me, for nourishing me with both his food and his encouragement.

My debut song, Roots, is my anthem to Mother Nature, who has always held me so sweetly, so dearly, so unconditionally. It is my thank-you for everything She has ever taught me about love and magic.

Roots is now available for listening.

You can find it on Spotify, Apple Music, iTunes, and other platforms.

Click here to listen to it on Spotify:

Roots by Hele Flora

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May the force be with you.

♡  Hele

No Map, Follow the Ferns

There is no map to where you are going, so you need a good compass – 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃. One you can count on, if you only dare to know it all, hear it all, feel it all, and go for all it calls you to. Your voice is unique, and so is your journey. Dare to travel with courage.

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Courage is for going where no one else has gone before – for being willing to feel everything that has gone unfelt until now. Being you means building a home, not a façade. It’s not always easy to build a home, because it means you must be honest to a degree that might feel scary and uncomfortable. You have to show your true colours. It also means you might sometimes need to stick to your path – even when you feel like you don’t fit in, or when your beliefs or choices don’t align with those of the people closest to you.

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There is no map to where you’re headed because no one has ever journeyed there. There is no one like you walking this earth. There hasn’t been before, and there won’t be after you. There is no map because you, as a soul, are in constant change and continuous growth. The right paths and directions shift with you. 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓂𝒶𝓅. You are the only map your journey can provide.

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So follow what uplifts you, what excites you, what gives you wings.
Follow what brings you joy and peace, what lights your crown and steadies your roots.
𝐹𝑜𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝑒.
Follow the quiet hum coaxing your heart into alignment, sounding like a lullaby.
Follow the quiet pull of love – teaching you how to receive without negotiating, how to love without losing yourself, how to be there for others while still remembering your own song.
Follow your body – the fire in your heart, the bounce in your feet, the peal of laughter twirling through your being from your toes to your throat.
Follow the wild. Follow the ferns.
Follow what calls you – what draws you in like flames in the dark attract the winged ones.

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𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝑜 𝓂𝒶𝓅. 𝒪𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌. Only you know the path to everything that calls you. It is sacred communication that begins the moment the spark is lit. A conversation that never stops. What is meant for you starts its journey toward you the day the spark ignites.

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𝐼𝓉’𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒶 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒻𝑒𝒸𝓉 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓃.
Trust that.
Trust your knowing.
Trust the process.
Trust yourself.
Trust that you already hold everything you need to know.
Trust that it knows about you too – and is making its way to meet you.

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What you seek is seeking you. It is growing alongside you, shedding the old as you do, renewing and refreshing its own view of life. That pull, that alignment – it’s magic at work. Working for a beautiful cause: to create more balance, coherence, joy, inspiration, kindness, grounded strength, and love.

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No map. Just follow the ferns.
Your soul knows where you’re headed.
It knows your dreams, your desires, your mission. So trust that.
Dare to dream of the day you have it all.
Dare to align with it.
Dare to feel worthy of it.
Dare to prepare for it.
Dare to live like it’s already here.

𝒩𝑜 𝓂𝒶𝓅, 𝓃𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝑔𝒾𝒸.

𝒥𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝒹. 𝒥𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝑒𝓇𝓃𝓈.

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May peace be with you

♡  Hele

Pre-save ROOTS here!

In just a few days - on Sunday, June 22nd - my debut single ROOTS will be released on Spotify!

I’ve poured over a year and a half of heart, soul, and hard work into this journey, and I can’t wait  to finally share it with you.

🎧 Pre-save it now to be among the first to listen when it drops:

https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/heleflora1/roots

Thank you for being part of this journey. Let’s grow these roots together. 🌱

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May peace be with you.

Hele

Roots Remember, Seeds Surrender

 

𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝓈 𝒶 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝒹.

Wholeness can only emerge from the seed state – from the place where you began. From the place where the wounds were first formed. True healing is not so much about growing a new and thicker skin as it is about remembering – the willingness to remember. Remembering is re-membering – the act of putting yourself back together from the pieces you lost along the way.

𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝒽𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝒾𝓁 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝑜𝓌𝓃.

Recently, I was fortunate enough to discover a book that invites its reader into a space of surrender – to their own story. It led me to ask questions and gently opened me to curiosity, allowing answers to rise from within. I’m talking about Mark Wolynn’s It Didn’t Start with You. This book calls the reader to dive into their family story, to explore and uncover patterns of destiny. It encourages us to look for the echoes – to notice similar situations repeating across generations within a lineage. It is a truly powerful body of work – one that can realign your inner world in ways unimaginable from the place where you begin.

𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁, 𝓈𝑜𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝓇 𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇, 𝑔𝑒𝓇𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓉𝑒.

Each wound etched into the fabric of our soul goes through two phases on its way to wholeness: suffering and surrender. Hurt awakens the origin of the wound - it brings you the awareness of it. Surrender is the willingness to look into that wound’s story. It gives you the humility and readiness to listen and empathize. Both are necessary to push ourselves through the portal of renewal that each wound offers. Therefore, hurt is not something to be avoided- it is an irreplaceable part of one’s journey to wholeness. For our souls, it’s like the wildfires in Australia that burn through the overgrowth of yesterday, clearing space for new life. The fire’s heat cracks open the seeds’ hard shells and sends nature on another wild journey of sprouting and flourishing. From that moment forward, everything becomes possible. Surrender opens doors.

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝒾𝓃𝓈 𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝒿𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓃𝑒𝓎 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓊𝓃𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉.

Our wounds carry stories. Without a story, a wound cannot be created – nor can it be healed. It is our story that binds us, and the answers we seek lie in our roots. Healing begins with the willingness to forgive, and forgiveness grows from understanding. The moment we are ready to step into the shoes of our ancestors and truly listen – with open hearts and minds – we begin to rewrite the story. Not just for ourselves, but for all those who came before and all those who will follow. The real journey begins when we understand there is no “me” and “you.” We are in this together, playing out shared energies while believing we design our lives alone.

𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒶 𝓉𝒾𝓃𝓎 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓉 𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓊𝓃𝒻𝓊𝓇𝓁𝓈 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒶 𝓁𝓊𝓈𝒽, 𝑔𝓇𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓃𝓉.

When you are willing to meet your mother and father at the seed level – to return to the moments where the hurt occurred and experience them from their point of view – you collapse time and begin to set the records straight. You begin to choose yourself. You begin to create yourself. You begin to rewrite your story. Not just for yourself, but for everyone. Not just for those who share your blood, but for the whole world. You begin to contribute to the collective field of love – by loving, accepting, empathizing, listening, and feeling. When you stop building walls between yourself and your lineage, when you no longer separate pain into “my hurt” and “your hurt” but instead recognize it as one shared wound, and when you offer others the same understanding you long for, you transform the entire narrative.

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓉𝒾𝓃𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒻𝓇𝒶𝑔𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓈 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒶 𝑔𝒾𝒶𝓃𝓉.

A healed story is a story of coherence. From the moment we arrive, we are searching for wholeness. Healing gathers the scattered pieces of us and brings them into unity. In that story, there is no separation – only wholeness. There is no “your love” or “my love” – there is only love. We meet and merge in love. But we also merge in grief, sadness, and pain. When we do it right, when we surrender into it with acceptance, it is all just the same – love.

𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓃𝓈 𝒹𝑜𝑜𝓇𝓈. 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓊𝓃𝒾𝒻𝒾𝑒𝓈. 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓇𝓊𝒸𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒𝓈. 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓁𝓈.

Everything within us becomes unified through the ongoing practice of welcoming. We welcome love, and we welcome hurt. We welcome fear, and we welcome hate. We welcome joy, and we welcome grief. When all is welcome, there is no longer a need for labels, judgment, or defence. No more categorizing, criticizing, doubting, or name-calling. Everything that arises – every emotion, every part – is a sacred part of the self. Even the confused parts deserve to be loved and honoured: the hurt parts, the angry parts, the ashamed parts, the guilty parts, the lost parts, the jealous parts, the raging parts. All are welcome. All are loved. Love unifies them all. The best place to begin is home – the place where you began.

𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝒶 𝒻𝒾𝑒𝓁𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝓊𝓃𝒻𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝓈 𝒶 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒾𝓃𝓎 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝒹𝓈.

𝒯𝑜 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓁𝓎 𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎, 𝓌𝑒 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝒾𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔.

𝐵𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝒹, 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓉𝒽 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎.

 

 

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May peace be with you.

♡  Hele

Wounds to Wings: The Quiet Power of Letting Go

It has taken some decades for me to come to this realization – our perceptions are simply our perceptions. They are not absolute truths carved in stone. They are our side of the story, profoundly shaped by our beliefs and boundaries. 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒶 𝓂𝑜𝓈𝒶𝒾𝒸: 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝑒’𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝑜𝓁𝒹, 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝑒’𝓋𝑒 𝒶𝓈𝓈𝓊𝓂𝑒𝒹, 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝑒’𝓋𝑒 𝒶𝒷𝓈𝑜𝓇𝒷𝑒𝒹. They form the narrative of who we think we are.

These stories, shaped by filtered perception, design the path we walk – the story of our life, the story of us. We live by that story, believe it, follow it... until we’re ready to ask new questions. Until we’re ready to look in another direction. Until we’re willing to truly listen to others – not just with our ears, but with our eyes, heart, and soul. With our entire being. Until we stop believing that there are parts of us that are “too broken,” “too boring,” “too wild,” “too much,” and we begin to ask:
𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝒻 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝒶𝓁𝓁?

𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒’𝓈 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒?

That’s when the kind and courageous side kicks in.
The wild and adventurous side awakens.
The gentle side is finally willing to sprout and be seen.

We start to talk to our wounds differently. We start to treat them differently – not as our bad or broken parts, not as lifelong burdens, but as parts in need. In need of time. In need of care. In need of love. 𝒲𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓏𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒹𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝒾𝓍𝒾𝓃𝑔.They need us to sit by their side and simply be. To sing. To hold them. To stop reaching for one more tool, one more answer, one more theory – and instead, just be there. Be there, and be love. Let go. Surrender. Trust.

𝒪𝓊𝓇 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈. As long as we hold on to what was handed down, we stay connected to the pain. But the moment we begin to loosen our grip – the moment we start releasing what was never ours to carry – a shift happens. It upgrades what we no longer need, and leaves us lighter.

It is time to let go of what the soul no longer claims.
It is time to let your wounds become your wings.

 

 

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May peace be with you.

♡  Hele

Each Moment Is Full of Thresholds

In the world of frequencies, each step is a threshold. Each moment can propel you in a direction that wasn’t part of your original plan. Our timelines are linear – like songs. They have a beginning and an ending, and we think we know how they will unfold. A rock song won’t suddenly turn into an aria. A lullaby won’t drift into the soundscape of a funeral dirge. There is only so much possible within the boundaries of one song. As it begins, you merge with the melody and you feel, almost instantly, how far and in what direction it can carry you.

But if you’re willing to go for more – you start looking for more. You begin to tune into the possibilities that were once out of reach. You find yourself wandering down possibility-lanes that were never on your map before. But now they are, simply because you’re open to the idea that maybe… just maybe you can have it/ do it/ become it after all.

The more your mind dares to step into the unknown, the more your world begins to expand. Maybe not right away. But in time, you’ll feel it. It creeps into your biology. Your imagination grows wilder. It sets you up for an adventure. You enter the what if it’s possible? -mode. And you begin to ask:

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𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝐼 𝒷𝑒 𝓈𝑜 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓂𝑒?

𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝐼 𝒷𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃’𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉, 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉, 𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉?

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You stop assuming and start exploring. You lean into the wildness of action. Your body begins to crave the high of the unknown. It wants to give it a go. It’s ready to leap. Your soul feels safe enough to expand its comfort zone. It becomes curious, eager, and determined. Your soul is on fire – wild and ready to step into a new paradigm where more is possible.

Thresholds await us in every moment. They’re tucked into every breath, every thought, every step, every emotion. In every beginning, every ending, every phase of every journey. They’re always there – waiting. Waiting for us to reach out and choose something new. Waiting for us to claim the key and accept the invitation.

The moment you're ready to believe there's more for you – 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒. "More" is not better or worse. It simply is what it is. It is a choice. An opening. It doesn't make you superior. It only reveals your willingness to explore. It speaks to your readiness to surrender. To your openness to adventure. To your desire to feel something new, to rise or fall in the name of growth.

𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓈𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒹𝓈 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝒾𝓃𝓋𝒾𝓈𝒾𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓎.  It stays invisible to you as long as your current timeline satisfies you. As long as you have no what ifs. As long as you are devoted to what is. As long as what is is your god. And there's nothing wrong with that. We live in the world of many gods and we choose the one that aligns with our beliefs.

But what happens when you become your own god? Your own higher power?
What happens when you allow everything in? When you lean into love?
What happens then? How will that transform you? How will that shape your world?

What happens when your soul, not your mind, chooses your guiding song?
What if you dared to open to what you yearn for?

What if your dreams came to you only because they are meant for you?
What if you are here not just to long – but to live?
What if you are already allowed to receive it all?

𝒲𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒷𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓎? 𝒜𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓎?

Are you ready to allow the visions of everything you dream of settle into your inner cosmos to introduce this abundance to your mind, your body, your heart and to align with that degree of readiness, the version of you who says yes? Your soul knows already. It always has. It is constantly gently guiding you toward it. The only question is – Are you ready?

Are you ready to take a breath – right here, right now – and choose a new story, a new path, a new paradigm? Are you ready to tell your story in your way? Not as it was told to you. Not with the can’ts and don’ts. But with as much allowing, grace, love, peace, and joy as you’re willing to embody. Because...

Each step is a door.
Each step holds a renewal.
Each step is full of thresholds.

𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓍𝓉 𝑜𝓃𝑒.

𝐼𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒾𝓉,

𝒾𝓉 𝓂𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒷𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝒾𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝒻 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔…

 

 

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May peace be with you.

 ♡  Hele

Soles on Your Songlines, Always

 

The medicine of song has carried us through our greatest defeats and deepest losses, and lifted us in celebration of our most powerful milestones and victories. It has stirred our souls in the form of ballads and laments, dirges and hymns, jingles and anthems, serenades and lullabies.

It has crept beneath our skin, helping us transform – shedding old layers, shifting shape. It has haunted us, yes, but only to help us befriend every nook and cranny within. Each corner. Each landscape. Each peak and abyss.

The songs that have touched us most have carved paths through jungles of challenge and storms of turmoil – especially when we felt lost. They’ve built bridges across the abysses of hurt and heartache, when we were torn inside. Songs offer passage through the emotions we face. They give us a rite of release – through allowing, feeling, and embracing. They invite us to feel, to express, to experience. To observe, to understand, to accept.

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝒸𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝑔𝓊𝒾𝒹𝑒𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓎 𝒸𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒, 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊. Even if they’ve fallen from your conscious mind, even if they’ve slipped from your memory, they still travel with you.

Each one of them has a warm nest in your subconscious. And when you hear them again, 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊.Your soul remembers them. Your body remembers them. Familiar moments rise like echoes when a song from your past reappears. They tingle your skin. They shake your soul. They come like waves. What was feels like just yesterday, even if decades have passed.

When you remember and reclaim the songs that helped you heal, grow, release, and celebrate, you reconnect with your musical cosmology. You sweep dust from distant corners of your being. You allow yourself to feel it all… and eventually, to receive it all.

For that reason, dare to know your songs. Dare to summon your songs. Dare to honour your songs.
Dare to hold them close and let them cure you. Let them take you on a journey into what you haven’t yet dared to feel. Into what you’ve resisted, fearing it might break you. Trust your songs. Follow your songlines. Walk by them. Walk with them.

Let them show you who you are – and what still waits inside, still held, still sealed, still longing to be felt. Your songs know. Let them guide you. They know the way through.

Therefore, walk gently, wildly, bravely – with the soles of your being pressed to your songlines.
And know this: they’ve never left you.

𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝒜𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈.

𝒮𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈, 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈.

 

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May peace be with you.

♡  Hele

Doors of Trust

Trust is a choice of a doorway. The difference between those who fly and those who fall is trust. Not blind belief, but deep knowing. Not the mind’s calculation, but the heart’s quiet certainty. Jonathan Hammond, in A Shaman’s Mind, writes that saying “I trust you” means “you are worthy of forgiveness.” A subtle truth, but a radical one. Trust lives in the space where grace breathes.

Trust begins where storms arise. In the tension. In the noise. When opinions clash, when someone feels unseen, unheard, unvalued. Storms stir up sharp words, fractured understanding, and stubborn certainty.

But conflict, like wind through branches, reveals the strength of your roots and the suppleness of your spine. Like jungles and mangroves, we need storms – we need to be rattled by the unknown,

to shake loose what no longer serves or rings true. We need to be doubted. We need to be questioned. We need the friction that forces us to re-check our stories and lean more courageously into love – so we can stand more clearly in our truth.

Trust and struggle walk hand in hand. The Universe often cracks us open just when we think we’ve figured it all out – to let in a new kind of light.

So yes, trust is sacred.

Give it to those you’re willing to weather storms with.

Give it to those whose colours stay the same, whether skies are golden or grey.

Give it to those who lead with gentleness.

Give it to those who choose peace over pride.

Give it to those who are willing to look deeper, ask better questions.

Give it to those brave enough to be honest.

Give it to those who don’t run from discomfort.

Give it to those who treat emotions as a palette—not a courtroom.

Give it to those who dare to meet their own wildness with reverence.

Give it to those who would walk in your shoes when the road turns to mud.

Give it to those who see life not as a fight to win, but as a field to grow in.

Give it to those who know how to say, “I’m sorry.”

Give it to those who’ve made leaning into love their life’s quiet policy.

 

Trust is a responsibility. When it breaks, it doesn't call for blame – it calls for inquiry. Hammond’s words ask us to shift the lens. The question is not, “Why did they do this to me?” But rather: “What part of me allowed this to happen?”

What belief did I compromise?

What boundary did I blur?

What wound shaped my choice?

What silent agreement let this pattern in?

This is the sacred work of trust. It teaches us how to navigate love with open eyes. The mistake isn’t in how we feel. The mistake lies in the questions we ask ourselves when our trust has been broken. Ask poorly – and you stay stuck. Ask wisely – and you find the key. The wrong questions spiral us into blame, bitterness, and loops of pain. The right questions bring us home – to self-awareness, to ownership, to quiet liberation.

Trust is not the end of the storm. It is the doorway that leads you through it – into wilder truths, deeper love, stronger roots and the self you have been growing toward.

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May peace be with you.

♡  Hele