Joy does not come in the absence of pain. It is not something we earn when we have finally smoothed out all the rough edges. No, joy is born in the very center of it all—when we allow discomfort to exist without resistance, when we find within ourselves…

Here’s the latest letter in my own current practice of courage. From my unfiltered and messy heart to yours…

Hi friends, near and far. I know I talk regularly about courage here. And this latest letter is a small piece of why. Step inside my own current practice of courage and witness a letter I wrote to many parts of myself — the littlest Tonyalynne, the young adult parts, the self-protective parts, the grieving parts, and to the one I am becoming. Maybe you’ll find a piece of your own truth in here too. Always with you in the genuine practice that sets us all free…

There will be days when fear will whisper that you are not ready. When hesitation will dress itself as wisdom and try to keep you safe in the known. When the world will hand you a script you never agreed to, hoping you will read the lines and not remember you were born to write your own…

The world tells you that winter is only a passageway to spring but I know it doesn’t always feel that way. It can feel like an eternity of bare branches, dark news, and heavy skies, like joy is something that happened to someone else in another lifetime. But there is something else I want you to know…

There are days when the air itself feels heavier, when the weight of what is happening around us presses into the quiet spaces of our lives. The world fractures, and somehow, you are expected to continue — working, tending, loving, showing up as if the ground beneath you is not shifting…