When the Magic Starts

The Truth Is…

It’s been hard for me to show up for myself lately — both on and offline. It’s been one month since returning home from a two-year journey across twelve countries. And coming home has been its own kind of culture shock — revealing what I’ve outgrown, and what no longer serves me.

Coming Home

When I left Bali, I felt so clear on my path, on who I was becoming.
But coming home has been the true test of it all.

Amid the residual energy of past friendships, relationship dynamics, and the chaos of city life, I’ve also been facing grief. For me, it comes in waves. The days aren’t all heavy — just a few stronger storms moving through. One moment I’m sobbing, the next I’m dancing. This is alchemy.

Lessons in Grief and Growth

And while navigating the waves of grief, I’ve also fallen short on a few goals. In the long run, I know these are just pit stops on a lifelong journey.

But I realized something important — I’d thrown myself back into my old life too soon. Out of fear of failing, I took on more shifts than I truly needed. I thought I was supporting myself… but really, I was stifling my growth.

Because how could I make space for new energy, for new abundance to enter, if I was still clinging to old habits?

The Battle Between Mind and Soul

Starting over sounds simple. But it’s insidiously difficult.
It’s a constant battle between the mind and the soul.

The soul is ready.
It knows what’s possible.
But the mind whispers in disbelief:
“Maybe my old life wasn’t so bad.”
“Maybe I should get a real job.”
“Maybe I’m not meant to do this.”

If you’re not grounded in your body, you can easily fall for the mind’s lies. And I did. The grief wasn’t to blame, but it did catapult me into a world of worry. And in good conscience, I couldn’t host a workshop like I’d planned Because I knew — I wasn’t embodying the work I was meant to teach. And in integrity, I couldn’t guide others through something I wasn’t living.

What This Month Taught Me

This work is not a phase.It’s not a short-term goal or something you can check off a list. It’s a lifelong devotion — one that requires presence, again and again.

I’ve been practicing for three years, and I still fall into autopilot sometimes. That doesn’t mean I’m broken. It means I’m being called home to my body once more.

Returning to Yourself

You cannot hold space for others while running from yourself.
You cannot manifest new abundance while clinging to an old life.

It’s okay to grieve.
It’s okay to fall apart.
But always — always — come back to yourself.
Because you are worth returning to. Each journey home gets a little easier. Less scary. Less heavy.

And when we remember the fluidity of our essence, the body’s channels reopen — and miracles find their way back in. This is when the magic starts. 🌿

A Reflection for You

Where in your life are you clinging to the familiar out of fear?
And what might become possible if you created space for something new to bloom?

With love, always,
Elyza

TRAVEL STAPLES

Elyza’s September Highlights

▶ Favorite travels: Visiting family in Maine

▶ Podcast on repeat: Ziwe

▶ Current read: The Creative Act by Mark Rubin

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