Coming Home To Me

I’m currently in the process of looking for a space for Little House of Spirit. It’s been a journey, one shaped not only by logistics, but by quiet, personal revelations.

Truthfully, this search began more than a decade ago. For over 12 years, I knew I was meant to do this work. To create a sacred space, to walk a spiritual path, to open the doors to something meaningful. But instead of doing what I knew deep down I was called to do, I was seeking my other half in a person.

The space came second. The search for them—a man, a mirror, a missing piece—always came first. And that’s how I got so far behind.

Still, I wouldn’t say any of it was for nothing. Life, in its strange choreography, gave me exactly the experiences I needed. There were lessons, some painful, some beautiful, wrapped in just a few themes. Lessons about people. About the world. About my own heart. And while I may have wandered, I was never truly lost.

Now, I find myself returning to the beginning. The work. The purpose. The space.

I’m choosing differently now.

I don’t want just any space. I want one that calls to me. One that holds the spirit of what I’m creating. One that feels like home, to the soul.

And in searching for that physical home, I am realizing that I am also seeking something else. Something less tangible, but just as vital: a return to myself.

Because, quite frankly, I miss the spiritual, magical, aware light-being that I was at the height of my Awakening.

I AM the beginning. I’ve always known that. But little old rebellious me, not quite ready to take the lead, spent years avoiding the reins. Meanwhile, the other half of me was waiting patiently (sometimes impatiently), not for someone else, but for the version of me who was finally ready to become who I had always been searching for.

This space isn’t just about continuing my own spiritual journey. It’s not only a place for others to gather, grow, and heal in community. It’s also something deeply personal. A space of healing for my soul. A quiet homecoming. A sanctuary where I get to remember myself, and begin again.

With Love,

Donya