The Year My Soul Changed Seasons

The Goddess Diaries, June 29, 2026

While I don’t like ruminating over the pain and challenges of last year, it’s still an important part of the healing process. As we’re entering a Mercury Retrograde period, I find my thoughts wandering back through that dark, tangled forest of Time. It feels seamless to move into the memories with the movement of the planets above….a beautiful invitation from the Universe to reflect, to slow down long enough to notice the gifts that were hidden inside that difficult season.

Many of you, my dear Goddess Diaries readers, walked alongside me through my healing journey last year, holding space for me with your prayers, kind notes, and quiet encouragement. I have carried that love with me, and I thank you with all my heart. Now as I reflect on that sacred period in my life, I find myself looking back with deep gratitude.

Even now, there are moments when I wonder if I'm doing enough. Last year, stepping away from my work was the only way I knew how to honor my body. I missed writing these blogs, sending my weekly emails, teaching classes, and offering readings. Yet the more faithfully I listened to my body and my intuition, the less concerned I became with the idea that I was somehow falling behind.

Instead of pushing my Self, I listened. I rested when rest was what was being asked of me. I let my body become my teacher, even when I felt uncertain about who I was going to be or continue to be when I was on the other side of healing.

The healing journey wasn’t easy but I was given such a gift. A gift of space and time. I don't feel as though I lost a year or fell behind. I feel as though I was given one and given a new page in the chapter of my life. It created space for me to remember parts of my Self that had been waiting patiently beneath the noise of doing and producing. As my strength has returned, my connection to my intuition has become clearer, steadier, and more joyful.

My path as a Priestess and Oracle feels incredibly blessed and meaningful and that has been one of the greatest gifts of this past year.

Just this past week, my Priestess initiates and I gathered together in the Iseum for a beautiful summer ritual. Each of us named an area of our lives we wanted to nourish and cultivate during this season, offering our intentions with open hearts and trusting they would continue to unfold under the warmth of the summer sun and the beautiful Goddesses who are the Eyes of the Sun God, Ra - Sekhmet and Hathor.

As I prepared for our gathering I enjoyed wandering through accounts of Ancient Egyptian summer festivals, and I found myself smiling at the intricate meaning and beauty woven into those celebrations. In one festival text from Edfu and Dendera temples, the people in villages throughout Egypt brought cucumbers and watermelon as sacred foods, believing that by eating these cooling fruits of the season they became one with the Goddesses Sekhmet and Hathor, receiving powerful gifts of vitality, abundance, and life-giving presence into themselves. Then I read in the Coffin Texts how the deceased had “eaten the cucumbers” and I was filled with excitement to have this correlation!

I loved imagining these festivals filled with the ancient peoples gathering together thousands of years ago, celebrating, reciting prayers and chants, telling stories of the Goddesses, and sharing a cooling meal of cucumbers and watermelons while honoring the sacredness of summer. Even though this took place thousands of years ago in a culture we can’t fully inhabit today, the festival feels so familiar. We still gather to celebrate. We still seek one-ness with the Divine. We still hope to grow what matters most.

That’s why these ancient practices continue to make my heart sing. They remind me that the sacred is always ready to reveal itself in seasons, in circles of trusted friends and neighbors, in simple rituals, in the wisdom of our bodies, and in the willingness to listen when life asks us to slow down.

If I had rushed back to work because I was afraid of falling behind or because I was afraid the world would move on without me, I might have kept my Self busy, but I would have missed the deeper purpose. I would have overlooked the ways my spirit was growing roots while nothing visible seemed to be happening.

So if you find yourself in a season that feels slower than you expected, I hope you'll be gentle with yourself. Your deepest work may not be the work anyone else can see. It may be unfolding in silence, asking only for your patience and your trust.

Summer teaches us that growth follows its own rhythm. We cannot hurry a garden into bloom, and perhaps we were never meant to hurry our souls, either. If this season is asking you to slow down, I hope you'll trust it. You never know what beautiful part of yourself has been waiting patiently for you to return.