Remembering, Reweaving, Returning: The Art of Living a Created Life

There is no straight path to the life we long for.

No map for the remembering.

No script for the return.

What we call the created life is not a lifestyle or a brand.

It is an unfolding. A practice. A sacred and messy reclamation.

To live a created life is to walk a spiral path.

One that circles through layers of forgetting and remembering.

One that weaves torn threads into new forms of wholeness.

One that returns us—again and again—not to where we began,

but to the ground beneath it all.

This is the art of living.

Not surviving. Not performing. Not accumulating.

But truly living—fully, consciously, courageously.

And like all true art, it begins in the mystery.

Remembering

Before we can live a created life, we must remember that we are creators.

Not cogs in a system. Not avatars of someone else’s dream.

We are each born with a knowing. A spark. A soulprint.

But in a world that values performance over presence, we forget.

Remembering is not about the past. It is about essence.

It’s waking up to what has always been true,

beneath the noise, beneath the names.

We remember in whispers. In goosebumps. In dreams.

We remember through longing, through grief, through joy.

We remember in stillness. And sometimes, we remember in the wreckage.

How to Remember:

• Sit in silence. Let yourself hear the sound of your own soul again.

• Revisit your childhood joys. What lit you up before the world told you who to be?

• Listen for longing. Not for what’s missing—but for what is calling.

• Unplug. Step away from the noise long enough to feel what’s underneath.

Remembering is a return to original instructions.

Not ones imposed from the outside, but ones etched in your bones.

Reweaving

Remembering brings up pieces.

Fragments of self. Fractures in the story.

It can be disorienting—like waking up in a life we no longer recognize.

Reweaving is the sacred act of making meaning.

Of creating something whole from all the threads we’ve gathered—

even the ones we thought were broken.

It is not about fixing.

It is about integrating.

It is ceremony. Alchemy. Choice.

In the reweaving, we stop hiding the pain.

We stop rejecting the parts of ourselves we deemed unworthy.

We make space for all of it. And from that space, we create something new.

How to Reweave:

• Create rituals. Light a candle. Burn an old belief. Make sacred what was silenced.

• Write your true story. Not the polished one, but the one that trembles.

• Invite help. Healing is relational. Find a circle, a coach, a guide.

• Practice discernment. What threads are no longer yours to carry?

Reweaving is where the created life begins to take shape.

It is where you become the artist, the author, the weaver of your becoming.

Returning

And then, we return.

Not to the beginning, but to the truth that was always there.

Not to a single moment, but to presence itself.

Returning is not an ending. It’s a rhythm. A remembering embodied.

We return to what matters.

To community. To the sacred. To the body.

To breath. To beauty. To enoughness.

We return to the earth with reverence.

To ourselves with gentleness.

To each other with love.

How to Return:

• Make space for joy. Not as a reward, but as a way of being.

• Tend to the present. Wash the dishes. Breathe the air. Witness the moment.

• Be in community. Share your realness, your questions, your delight.

• Recommit daily. The created life isn’t a one-time choice. It’s a continual return.

Returning is not going back.

It’s going deeper.

It’s living the created life from the inside out.

The Art of Living

To live a created life is to become a living work of art.

Not something to impress others.

But something to express the sacred that moves through you.

It is a dance between remembering and forgetting.

Between falling apart and coming together.

Between dreaming and doing.

It is slow. It is bold. It is holy.

And it begins with a single breath,

a single choice to not live on autopilot today.

So I ask you,

What are you remembering?

What is longing to be rewoven?

Where are you being called to return?

This is not a linear journey.

It is a spiral.

And it is ours.