The Things That Wait for Us

Last night, we sat outside by the fire, the air just cool enough for sweaters and the sound of wood popping softly in the dark. I watched the flames move, thinking about everything that has taken shape these past few weeks.

And then it hit me.

Back in 2022, I made a small collection of journals, blank, simple, and meant for reflection. They never sold. For a long time, I thought that meant they weren’t meant to. But sitting there by the fire, I realized something deeper: they were waiting.

Waiting for me to grow into the person who could see their purpose.
Waiting for The Seeker’s Lessons to find its form, so that they could stand beside it, not as an afterthought, but as part of its story.

It’s funny how the universe holds things until we’re ready. Some creations aren’t meant to succeed right away. They’re meant to circle back, quietly, when the timing is right.

So here we are. Firelight. Old journals. A book finally finding its way into the world.

And me, learning that even the things that once felt like failure can turn out to be signs of alignment.

If you’d like to see the journals that waited for their moment, you can now find them in the Bookshop companions for reflection, waiting for your own story to begin.