October 31, 2025

Good morning God,
I'm closing this journal today. The one that carried me from the Camino to here. The pages are full, and I can feel the ending. It’s strange to hold it, knowing how much life was lived inside those pages.
I flipped it open, not to the beginning but to August 11, a Monday, and there it was: a message from myself to myself. I had written, I have crossed the threshold. I won’t go back.
And I knew it was true back then, but today it resonates even louder. I have crossed over. The weight I carried for years feels lighter, and the parts of me that once hid are standing here with me now, softer, braver, truer. I don’t have to be the one doing or managing anymore. I can just be.
The words I wrote months ago read like prophecy. I didn’t realize how complete that passage would feel now. I see how my healing has come full circle, not in perfection but in presence. My body feels different. Grounded, aligned with my spirit.
So I’ll close this chapter with gratitude. These pages held the crossing, the remembering, the returning. Tomorrow I’ll open a new journal, but it won’t be a new beginning; it will be a continuation of the same sacred dialogue. Me and God. Always.