But here is what the world forgets to tell you:
A well cannot pour if it is dry.
Your deepest calling is not to empty yourself—
but to tend your own garden so your roots stay strong.
You give love like water because you are love’s vessel—
and even vessels need filling.
A Closing Blessing for Every Woman
These archetypes are not boxes to live in.
They are mirrors to lean into.
Some days, you are the Builder—
laying stones with steady hands.
Other days, the Wayfarer—
packing your bag at dawn.
And sometimes, the Keeper—
holding the space where others find rest.
You are not one.
You are all.
And you are enough exactly as you are.
So the next time you catch your reflection—
in a window, a still pond, the eyes of someone who loves you—
pause.
Breathe.
Ask gently:
“Which part of me needs to be seen today?”
The answer is already in your bones.
It always has been.
—
With deep reverence for the sacred in every story.
