You call it preparation. Readiness. A safeguard. You believe if you run the numbers enough times, if you account for every possibility, you can stay ahead of loss, of failure, of regret. Yet worry is not a fortress; it is a cage…

This body—your body—is not something to fix. Not something to apologize for. Not something that has betrayed you…

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…

The fear you feel is not a stop sign. It is the energy of transformation, the tremor before expansion. It is your body, your mind, your soul whispering, We are about to step beyond what we’ve known. It is evidence that you are touching the edges of something new…

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…