We are living in a time where political violence is sharpening and public grief is swelling—but the deeper crisis might be this: we don’t know how to regulate anymore. We don’t know how to soften into connection across difference. We’ve mistaken rage for power and isolation for protection. And somewhere along the way, we stopped offering one another the sacred possibility of co-regulation—of feeling and healing in proximity. This week reminded me: no matter how loud the headlines get, healing begins when we can breathe in rhythm again—when we dare to hold someone we disagree with, not to convert them, but to care for the humanity inside them. That’s the breath we’ve been holding. That’s the one we need to release.

For years you believed that being needed was the same as being loved. That carrying the weight, keeping the light, holding steady through the storm was proof of your worth. But your body knows the truth: love is not earned. Love is given & received. And you are ready for the kind that stays.

There’s a particular kind of exhaustion that comes from thinking so much we forget we have a body. We calculate, anticipate, intellectualize—and somewhere in the maze of analysis, the voice of our body grows quiet. But we are not broken for this. We are practiced. And there’s another way. Our body holds the map our mind has been searching for. And the next step isn’t more thinking—it’s noticing. One sensation, one breath, one heartbeat at a time.

They passed the bill. Now we pass the threshold. This isn’t just about politics—it’s about the future we’re shaping. Real independence asks us to respond, not retreat. The question is no longer what now? It’s will you show up for what matters?

A midsummer note for anyone living in the questions. There’s a certain kind of ache that doesn’t mean something’s wrong—it means something is waking up.

Lately, I’ve been feeling a restlessness that doesn’t want to be solved. It wants to be listened to. There’s something stirring under the surface of my life, something tender and wild, something that feels more like ripeness than confusion.

In this midsummer letter, I’m writing from the edge—where grief meets joy, where the ache opens into aliveness, and where the questions are louder than the answers. It’s not a polished reflection. It’s a real one.

If you’ve been feeling a shift you can’t quite name…If you’re finding yourself more tender than usual…If you’re living between clarity and becoming…This letter is for you.

This weekend, war was chosen again—with devastating ease. In moments like this, many of us feel the pull to harden, to turn off the news, to numb out. But what if the most courageous act we can offer isn’t disconnection—it’s presence?

In this raw and timely letter, intuitive coach and writer Tonyalynne Wildhaber explores how emotional resilience, grief literacy, and revolutionary tenderness offer us a path forward when force and domination are once again chosen on the world stage. What if our culture’s obsession with control is really a fear of intimacy? What if war is a symptom of our refusal to stay with what hurts?

This letter is a call to root before we rise. It is a reckoning, a prayer, and a reminder that real power comes not from numbness—but from staying soft when the world tries to harden us.

Read the full letter: To the One Who’s Still Willing to Feel in a Country That Chooses Force