The Present Moment

We’re often in a hurry to move on to the next moment.

Whether it’s an achievement we’re striving for or a challenge that we’re eager to move past, we tend to live in a constant state of “I can’t wait.” Always anticipating what’s next.

I remember when my kids were young, how difficult I thought it was—because they depended on me for everything. Life back then revolved around cooking, bathing, cleaning, and nightly sleep routines. Most days left me completely exhausted, with little to no time for myself. I often thought, “I can’t wait until they’re more independent.”

Now, my kids are 18 and 14. They are very independent. And yet, I often find myself missing them, longing to spend more time with them. But they’re busy being teenagers, fully immersed in their independence.

Today was one of those days.

Lying in bed in gentle meditation, I admired the low light of dawn filtering through the windows. The sun was just beginning to rise, and birds chirped softly in greeting to the Grand Rising. Before the day could sweep me away with its usual hustle and bustle, I found myself thing of my kids.

And just like that, I was transported to a beautiful, tender memory—a reminder of how precious the present moment truly is.

My daughter was just a few months old, and my son was about four. As she napped in her mechanical swing, gently rocking back and forth, my son sat nearby playing with his little toys. I remember the sound of his voice—soft, high-pitched, and sweet—as he hummed and sang a lullaby he’d composed using his sister’s name. It was his way of soothing her, a melody created in pure love.

I closed my eyes and began to hum it to myself. Instantly, I was taken back to that day—standing there, watching my beautiful, Divine children. Just being. Just existing. I was present.

A wave of emotion washed over me—an overwhelming feeling of love that coursed through my entire being. It reminded me just how invaluable that moment was and what a gift it still is.

Life moves fast. These moments—these fleeting glimpses of stillness and connection—are priceless. They ground us in this human experience and remind us of what truly matters.

As much as we may want to rush past the hard parts or leap ahead to the next big milestone, one thing remains certain: nothing is more important than the gifts and lessons the present moment brings.

Much Love,
Rebel

On April 27, 2025, beneath the trees and golden sunlight, a sacred circle of hearts gathered for “Open Heart, In the Park,” an offering hosted by Azura Studios. From 12pm to 3pm, the energy of the Healing came alive through sound bath, poetry, sacred cacao, and henna adornment.

This soul-nourishing event was co-facilitated by two healing forces: Azura, who led a deeply restorative sound bath and held space as the visionary host of the day, and Rebel Poet, who guided the community through a heart-opening cacao ceremony and shared healing presence through poetry and sacred words.

Participants were immersed in the vibrational healing of crystal bowls, adorned with intentional henna, and nourished by the ceremonial richness of cacao—a plant medicine of love and inner awakening. Words were spoken, hearts were opened, and the air was filled with reverence, connection, and creative expression.

As we closed out the gathering, I was reminded of a powerful declaration, a remembrance of who we are when we walk fully in our feminine power:

I Was the Divine Feminine in Her Power

I was a Divine Feminine walking boldly in purpose—

an unstoppable force, wild, sacred, and sovereign.

I was balanced.

I was grounded.

I was empowered.

I loved myself with fierce devotion.

I trusted the voice of my intuition—it was ancient, it was wise, it was mine.

I embraced every twist in my path as sacred.

Nothing was a mistake.

Everything was a gift.

Everything was growth.

I was a supernova of creative energy.

I expressed my truth freely, fiercely, and without apology.

My voice was my freedom. My truth was my flame.

I honored my calling as I honored my heart—

with reverence, with fire, with love.

I was powerful beyond measure.

I was magnetic in my essence.

What I desired, I called in.

What I dreamed, I became.

I always had what I wanted.

Because I was what I wanted.

Because I was—Divine.

Open Heart, In the Park was more than a moment—it was a portal of remembrance. A gathering of soul-led women and kindreds who came home to themselves in the arms of nature, ceremony, and community.

With deep gratitude to all who joined us—your presence made this offering what it was.

Until we meet again: stay rooted, stay wild, stay Divine!

Much Love,

Rebel

Click on read more to watch the recap video of the event produced by Infinitus Records.