06/15/2026
While cleaning out my closet recently, I came across a box of old photographs.
I sat down on the floor and started flipping through them.
There were pictures of me in my twenties, my thirties, and even my early forties. Some were from vacations, some from ordinary days, and some captured moments I had completely forgotten.
As I looked through them, something caught my attention.
It wasn't my weight.
It wasn't my hairstyle.
It wasn't how much younger I looked.
It was my eyes.
There was a sparkle there.
A light.
A joy.
A sense of possibility.
And for a moment, I found myself wondering where she had gone.
Life has a way of changing us. Responsibilities, heartbreak, disappointments, loss, grief, and simply carrying the weight of the world can slowly dim parts of us without us even realizing it.
Holding one of those photos in my hand, I quietly asked my guides,
"How do I get her back?"
"What do I need to do?"
The answer surprised me.
They said,
"You don't get her back."
"She's not gone."
"She's still there."
"You simply stopped seeing yourself through her eyes."
Then they reminded me of something I think many of us need to hear:
Your soul was never meant to become someone else.
The journey is remembering who you have always been.
Maybe that's why our loved ones and guides reach out through signs, synchronicities, dreams, feathers, animals, and our conversations across the veil.
Not to tell us who to become.
But to remind us who we are.
So today I leave you with this question:
💙 **What happened to the sparkle that once lived in your eyes?**
I'd love to hear what insights have come through your own conversations across the veil.