We are not lucky to be alive—we are blessed. Not by chance, but by connection. The ancestors whisper through our breath, the Earth responds to our reverence, and the divine lives within us as I&I. When we shift from luck to blessing, we reclaim our place in a sacred web of life. We remember: blessings flow through relationship, through alignment, through remembering who we are and where we come from.

We spend our lives pushing, striving, aching for a version of success that leaves us burnt out and still empty. Chasing happiness that lives just beyond reach, we pave over the sacred and call it progress. But what if we paused and asked—what is all this in service of? And how do we really feel? This is not a judgment. It's an invitation. To be honest. To be human. To remember what truly matters.

Love isn’t something to find, it’s something to remember. Beneath the noise and narratives, it’s the original pulse of life—connection without condition, presence without performance. Love isn’t a destination. It’s the way we return to who we are.

We are not separate from the systems we critique—we are their stewards, their creators, their inheritors. Sovereignty begins when we remember that there is no 'they,' only 'we.' This is a call to responsibility, not as burden but as birthright—to reclaim our role in shaping a world that reflects the wholeness of all life.

What if we saw ourselves not as owners, but as stewards—of each other, the land, the animals, and the stories yet to come? Stewardship is not control. It’s care. It’s remembering we belong to everything we touch. And when we hold life this way, gently and with reverence, we create a world where all can thrive.

Here I am, standing at the edge of the known, unsure of what comes next. I no longer believe our systems can deliver the wholeness our world and children need. But I feel a deeper call—a remembering. If you’re here too, wondering how to shift the future without a map, know this: we begin in small circles, with stories, presence, and inquiry. Together, we can reweave what it means to live, guide, and become.

When the Hudson’s Bay Company closed its doors across Canada, it stirred something in me—not nostalgia, but curiosity. As a white-presenting woman of Mohawk descent, I’ve been on a journey of reconnecting with my Indigenous roots. This moment feels like more than the end of a store; it’s a quiet closing of a colonial chapter. I offer this reflection in honour of all the emotions, stories, and truths that this ending brings to light.

There are moments that split us—not with noise, but with quiet clarity. You hear something inside you shift, and suddenly, the life you've been living feels misaligned. You're not lost, but you’re no longer asleep. You’re in the space between—the threshold. And once you've heard the bell ring, you can’t go back. Some awakenings demand more than change. They ask for truth.

You are a miracle, reject any limiting belief that would separate you from the greatest expression of your magnificence . - Amber Howard, CEO/Founder One wouldn't expect to become an Olympic athlete without decades of practice and mastery. So then why do we expect to create the life of our dreams without practice, resilience, and at least a few setbacks? The term "the art of living" encompasses the idea of intentionally crafting and experiencing a meaningful and fulfilling li