I’ve been thinking about how the heart heals.
Not in that “time heals all things” way (because let’s be honest — time sometimes just gives us snacks and distractions).
Healing happens when we stop trying to outsmart the ache… and start listening to it like an old friend who just wants to be heard.

You know those nights when you replay everything you said or didn’t say, and your brain hosts an uninvited “what if” festival?
That’s not you being weak — that’s your heart asking for an edit.
It’s saying: Hey, maybe this story isn’t finished yet.

Every pain you’ve carried had a purpose — not as punishment, but as direction.
You learned tenderness because you were hurt.
You learned boundaries because something once crossed them.
You learned faith when nothing else worked.

The wound isn’t asking you to hide it — it’s asking you to rewrite it with love.

You don’t need candles or cosmic moonlight (though, if you have them, bonus points).

Step 1 — Breathe.
Find the place in your body that still feels tight when you think of that old memory.
Don’t rush to fix it. Just breathe into it — slow, kind, present.

Step 2 — Translate the ache.
Ask yourself: What did this experience want me to know about love, strength, or truth?

Step 3 — Rewrite it out loud.
Whisper:

Then smile — even if it’s small. That’s the sound of your soul unclenching.

I swear, sometimes the Universe has the comedic timing of a sitcom writer.
The moment you say, “I’m done repeating this pattern,” — boom, the same situation appears again, but this time in better lighting.
That’s not irony, that’s rehearsal.
You’re just being given another chance to nail your new lines.

Maybe that’s why grace always finds the people who stopped pretending they’re fine.
Because the broken-open heart is easier for light to enter.

So if today you feel tired, messy, or fragile — congratulations.
You’re at your most magnetic.

When you lie down, place a hand on your heart and say:

Then sleep like someone the Universe is cheering for (because you are).

Your pain is a poem that’s still being written.
Let wonder hold the pen for a while.

With warmth and laughter,
Alia Marino
✴ Divine Energy Code