There were several moments in July when fear could have easily taken the wheel (and it almost did). Instead of spiraling, I paused, took space to respond, and grounded myself in compassion and trust. The outcome? Full support. A regulated nervous system. Unexpected financial backing. Clear agreements. It was a sacred reminder that when we meet resistance with grace, life meets us with generosity.
July arrived with a flood and storm that tested so much of my trust. Our beloved Texas Hill Country faced devastating flooding, and I found myself seeking deeper trust, both with the world around me and within. As the external chaos swirled, my inner world became an anchor. Witnessing the heartbreak and devastation in an area that has brought us so much joy was unimaginable—truly.
I was in constant contact with family, friends, and loved ones who were on the ground helping, searching, and caring for the flood victims. Holding space, listening, offering prayers, and loving my family in full presence. It was a lot to witness and be in trust with.
Summer Camp Trust
Shortly after the Independence Day weekend, we began packing for our son to attend his summer camp at Camp Kooch-i-ching in the Boundary Waters of International Falls, Minnesota. I found myself in both fear and trust that Preston would be safe at summer camp. As a family, we had multiple conversations about what was best and if we should continue with Preston’s summer camp plans. We chose to listen to Preston and trust his inner wisdom, knowing that all would be well. He very much wanted to be at camp and to experience all that it offered. I could go on and on about his summer camp and how wonderful it has been for him. I’m glad we said yes and trusted Preston in his choice.
Another Sacred Pause & Transition
As Preston set off on his grand summer camp adventure (4 weeks), the house became unusually still. Mark and I didn’t quite know what to do with ourselves. We enjoyed long dinners and quiet evenings, and finished personal projects that had been on the back burner. The time offered another sacred pause and invitation to soften, ground, and tune into the quieter rhythms of home, heart, and healing. I rested, recharged my mind, heart, and body. The extra space gave me time to dive into the creation of my new website, poetry, and my PCC project.
I am continually in awe of how trust and faith can steady us through even the most uncertain waters.
Life as a Ritual
One of the most unexpected and beautiful manifestations this month was how life shifted when I chose to embody trust; ordinary moments turned into sacred ones. Making the bed became a prayer of gratitude for rest. Cooking became an act of nourishment for both body and soul. Driving became a transition ritual from one environment to the next. With this moment of spaciousness, a lovely invitation and message arrived — I can choose to embody devotion and gratitude to the everyday and the mundane. I began calling it life as a ritual. Being in life this way feels so much lighter, more alive, and joyful.
A New Sacred Practice
July was also marked by tools and practices that supported my nervous system and honed my inner clarity. The Mystery School community that I’m a part of asked us to practice Richard Rudd’s 7 Days of Grace. Time with forgiveness didn’t just support me; it became a part of me. I highly recommend this 7-day course. It shaped and transformed me in a truly miraculous way. The 7 Days of Grace practice unlocked and created more capacity for heart-centered guidance and trust. For anyone seeking trust and forgiveness, please dive into this practice.
Looking Ahead to August
As I look toward August, my intention is to remain at home in my life. To keep turning toward the Mystery with an open heart. To remember that compassion and trust are not just spiritual ideas, they are the very soil from which our most magnetic lives grow.
To anyone who feels like their pace is slower than expected or that rest feels unfamiliar, this is your permission to pause. To soften. To let life meet you where you are.
After all, evolution isn’t rushed—it’s revealed, moment by moment.
With cosmic love,
Bonnie
Photo by: Bonnie, International Falls, MN