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A journal prompt for your Dear hearts. What are you growing towards and how can you extend grace to your own becoming?

For the woman who’s been stretched too thin. For the mother who needs her roots back. For the sacred one who gives and gives—now it’s time to receive. Hold a piece of Red Jasper. Or step outside barefoot. Lean against a tree. Kneel in your garden. Let the Earth hold you. Let her remind you: you are never alone. Now speak this aloud: **“I call back my energy. I call back my power. I root myself in the truth of who I am. Red Jasper, ground me. Tree spirits, root me. Garden soil, hold me. Let me rise from the soil of my own strength. No more leaking. No more pleasing. I am not a martyr. I am not a machine. I am a mother, a miracle, a movement. And I matter.”** This is your re-rooting. This is your homecoming. This is the Earth remembering you. —The Rebel Roses

I was angry today. Not the kind of angry that passes quickly— the kind that simmers, that has a message in it. The kind that comes from deep knowing, like the from seeing too much, staying too long, giving too much and getting crumbs in return. And instead of silencing it… I picked up my pen. And I let that fire speak. I didn’t censor it. I didn’t pretty it up. I let my rage be sacred. Because that’s what we’re doing here in this space— we are reclaiming what they told us was “too much.” We are turning our anger into art, our pain into poetry, our fire into fuel. If you’re feeling the heat too— you’re not alone. You’re not crazy. You’re not broken. You’re waking up. And if you need to scream, write, cry, or dance it out— this is your invitation. Let your body talk. Let your soul rage. And then—if you’re ready— turn it into something sacred.