Do you see YOU in your own space?

There’s a quiet kind of question that arrives when the world slows down—a question that lingers more than it asks:

Not just your things.  Not your furniture or your photos or your favourite mug.  But you.

The version of you that can unfold.  The version of you that doesn’t have to ask for permission.

When I see me in my space, something shifts.  I don’t perform.  I don’t edit.  I don’t disappear.

I become.

I can express my full potential, because the space around me feels safe enough to hold it all:

I can dream.  I can create.  I can produce.  I can make, try, fail, try again.  I can laugh and cry.  I can be both the question and the answer.  I can be my own companion.  I can talk to myself aloud without judgment.

I can feel full.  I can feel complete.  I can feel abundance even in silence.  I can feel oneness, even when I’m alone.  I can be my own mentor.  I can teach myself things I didn’t know I knew.  I can freely travel between my past, present, and future.

And maybe most importantly: I can always return.  To the neutral state.  To the breath between things.  To the quiet that doesn’t ask anything of me.  Because when I see me in my space, I’m allowed to begin again.

Sometimes I notice different versions of myself scattered gently across my home—

• A tender me in the bedroom on my thick wool carpet

• A focused me at the desk

• A playful me near the window in my daybed

• A grounded me standing barefoot on the kitchen tiles

  
  

They’re all true. They all belong.

That’s what it means to see yourself in your own space.  Not to design a perfect home, but to find small corners where your soul is visible.

Where your presence is not only allowed, but felt.

So ask yourself today—not with pressure, but with quiet curiosity:

And if the answer doesn’t come right away, that’s okay.  Sometimes the space simply needs to be reminded that you live there too.

And if scent helps you return to yourself —  I was gently breathing in one of our Intimacy blends while writing this: Connect the Dots.  A synergy of Rose, Patchouli, Lavender, Clary sage, and Benzoin. It felt like being hugged by warm light in a secret garden. Sweet, still, and full.

Let scent be part of the invitation too. Sometimes all it takes is a trace in the air to remember: you’re here, and your space is listening.