You know that feeling, ?

It wasn’t brave.

It wasn’t beautiful.

It was 2:07 a.m., and I was crying into my lukewarm cacao I’d made hours ago because it was supposed to help me sleep…

whispering into my journaling app like it could hold what I couldn’t.

My son had just been hospitalized.

I was supposed to be “holding it together.”

But I was unraveling—quietly, politely—like mothers often do.

Alone in the dark with magnesium, grief, and the guilt of not being okay.

And then…

a whisper.

Not mine.

To me.

Not instructions.

Not inspiration.

Just presence.

Be here.

Be still.

Let the cracking open count.

I wrote it down.

And the next one.

And the next.

Those late-night soul whispers became something I wasn’t trying to create—

but deeply needed to receive.

Not a course.

Not a workbook.

Not another thing to do better.

Something gentler.

A rhythm.

A refuge.

I call it The StillPoint.

It opens with the solstice—briefly, quietly—for those who know what it means to hold everyone else…

and ache to be held for once.

If your spirit is whispering yes,

you can quietly add your name here to receive the first invitation:

👉 [Add your name to the Reveal List]

No pressure.

No performance.

Just a whisper, when you’re ready.

With heart,

Charity