A Letter to the Homesick Soul from one who remembers, too

Dear Soul Traveler,

I see you.

You, who walks through the noise of the world with ancient eyes and a heart that remembers the stars.

You, who has felt out of place since childhood—like you were dropped into a story that never quite fit.

You, who knows there is more, even when you can’t explain how you know.

You, who has tried to dim, to shrink, to shape-shift your light into something palatable.

You, who has longed not for success or recognition, but for home.

This is your reminder that you are not broken. You are remembering.

That ache in your chest? It’s not weakness. It’s the echo of lifetimes where your magic was known, welcomed, and lived out loud.

That sensitivity you carry? It’s not too much. It’s your soul’s compass, finely tuned to energies most have forgotten how to feel.

That longing for the stars, the sea, the stillness? It’s your soul speaking the language of origin—calling you back.

Back to truth.

Back to embodiment.

Back to yourself.

You are not alone in this homesickness. So many of us are waking up, one whisper at a time, to the remembrance that we came here for more than surviving. We came to alchemize, to rise, to reweave soul into the fabric of our daily lives. Not by escaping this world—but by loving ourselves enough to bring the divine into it.

The return is not easy. It asks for gentleness.

For breath.

For ritual.

For community.

For honesty about the shadows we carry and the light we’re still afraid to claim.

But it is holy.

And every step you take back toward your soul is rewriting the story for all who come after you.

So if today feels heavy, or your heart feels far away from where it longs to be—pause. Place your hand on your heart. Whisper the truth you’ve always known:

“I am not lost. I am on my way home.”

I’m walking beside you,

one sacred step at a time.

And when you forget, I’ll remind you.

With love and remembrance,

💜

—A fellow soul in return