A Single Breath Is Still Enough

 It’s been twelve days since I last wrote.

Twelve days of life life‑ing in its full, unfiltered way.

Twelve days of feeling absolutely no motivation to put words anywhere — not on paper, not in my notes app, not even in the quiet corners of my mind.

And yet… here I am again.

In the in‑between, I found myself returning to my spiritual toolkit — the practices that hold me when my energy dips and my clarity scatters. The ones that remind me who I am beneath the noise, beneath the fatigue, beneath the stories my mind tries to run on repeat.

One of those anchors has been The Abundance Process by John Randolph Price.

A simple, steadying study.

A mirror that keeps whispering, “Look again. Abundance is here. It has always been here.”

It’s been a timely reminder, especially in this season of my life where certain things feel uncertain, stretched, or slow. The practice keeps nudging me back to truth:

Focus on what is present, not what is missing.  

Focus on what is flowing, not what is stuck.  

Focus on what is here, not what is delayed.

And then there is The Rooted Series, which began earlier this month — a saving grace in its own right. Every session has been a reminder of what abundance looks like in real time: women gathering, breathing, remembering themselves, choosing courage, choosing truth, choosing presence. It has been medicine.

But the lesson that keeps circling back, the one that refuses to leave me alone, is this:

There is always time to take one single breath.  

One breath to soften the edges.

One breath to widen the space inside your chest.

One breath to remember that you are held, even when you feel scattered.

One breath to return to yourself.

Sometimes that’s all we have.

Sometimes that’s all we need.

So if you’re still here, still reading, still walking this journey with me — thank you.

Thank you for sticking around through the pauses, the silences, the recalibrations.

Thank you for giving me room to be human, to be still, to be in process.

I’m finding my way back, one breath at a time.

And maybe that’s the most abundant thing of all.

Peace and Blessings

Akosua