You’re hungry for a life that doesn’t require you to fold yourself in half just to fit. You are ravenous—for the rise, for the reclamation, for the rhythm of your own becoming. To feel alive again. And that hunger? It’s holy…

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…