The Silence I Chose

There’s been some silence these past few weeks.

A chosen silence. A necessary one.

Not the kind that runs away from the world,

but the kind that listens.

That collects.

That refuses to speak out of habit, or disconnection.

Many of you have reached out with questions, messages, or simply with presence.

I read them. I felt you.

But I didn’t want to answer from the surface.

I felt something was shifting inside.

Something subtle, almost invisible…

But essential.

My body needed care.

My mind needed stillness.

My heart needed clarity.

Sometimes, between moving forward or letting go,

there’s only a breath.

And I went to find that breath.

When I spoke of a year of transition, this is what I meant:

keeping what feels true,

releasing what no longer does,

and making space for what wants to emerge.

What’s coming isn’t a new version of me.

It’s a more rooted, more aligned, more free one.

And that takes time.

Discernment.

And often… the courage to stop.

I’m slowly coming back.

Not with big promises.

But with what now flows.

Announcements will come soon.

They will speak of what continues, what evolves, and what is being born.

To those who waited without rushing me:

Thank you.

Your silent presence accompanied me.

Yohanan