Path of Transcendence

Today I return to myself.
I breathe into the places that ache,
the hidden chambers of muscle and memory,
and I call my body home again.
With each stretch, each mindful movement,
I knit myself back together —
slowly, gently, courageously.

I step outside into warm light,
letting the sun write blessings on my skin.
The earth steadies me,
the air softens me,
and I remember that healing is not a moment
but a rhythm I can choose to follow.

I mix paint, shape modeling paste,
and create worlds with my hands.
Art becomes medicine —
a bridge between what hurts
and what hopes to be born.
Every stroke whispers:
You are returning.
You are becoming.
You are whole.

I quiet my thoughts.
I guide my breath.
I channel warmth into the wounded places
so blood may flow,
energy may rise,
and spirit may restore.

These last weeks have tested me —
but I remain unbroken.
Strength lives in my marrow,
resilience in my breath,
and love in every corner of my life.
I am held by my home,
my Amanda,
my family,
and all the souls who walk beside me.

I open myself to gratitude:
for this day,
for this warmth,
for every blessing that surrounds me
in ways seen and unseen.
Joy returns in gentle waves.
Abundance flows toward me
like a river finding its course.

The Universe conspires for my highest good.
Mother Earth steadies my steps.
The Lord watches my healing quietly,
like sunlight waiting behind a cloud.
I send peace outward —
a blanket of calm
to those who suffer,
to those who wait,
to those who cannot yet find their own light.

I trust the future that rises to meet me.
I trust the path unfolding beneath my feet.
I trust the spark within me
that refuses to dim.

Fill me with energy,
with love,
with light,
with purpose.
Let me bless the world
as the world continues to bless me.

I am alive.
I am becoming.
And this extraordinary life
is mine to live fully
with every breath,
every stroke of paint,
every act of love.

— Brendon Michael Habecker Connors