Sanctum UncoveredIt came to me during that quiet, sacred window around 3:00 a.m., that thin place between night and morning when everything’s still, and nothing asks anything of you.That’s when I feel it. That gentle pull inward. No fanfare. Just breath, presence, and a kind of inner doorway slowly opening.The phrase that came to me was Inner Sanctum. And it didn’t arrive as an idea,it arrived as a knowing.In ancient times, the Inner Sanctum was the holiest of spaces. Hidden d

When the Spark FadesHe didn’t mean to let the spark fade. It just sort of… happened. One slow morning at a time. The TV became background noise, then a companion. Days blurred into evenings, and the plans he once whispered to himself before sleep started sounding more like fairytales than goals.He used to talk about building something, something that mattered. But lately, even his hobbies felt like too much. The guitar gathered dust. Books sat unopened. He told himself he was tired,

I remember my first day of school.I stepped inside, and the air felt different, thick, heavy, like something unseen was pressing down on it.Some kids ran straight in; others held their mother’s hand. I just stood there for a moment.The teacher smiled. Voices blurred together. The whole room felt like it was buzzing, but not in a way anyone else seemed to notice.Some kids saw letters on the board; I saw the way dust moved in the light. Some kids heard instructions; I heard the pause before

A well, educated person once told me:“All you ever talk about is I, I, I. It’s all about you. That’s self-centered. It’s not respected.”At first, I paused.Was I being self centered? Was I only thinking about myself?But then I sat with it. I asked myself, Why do I say ‘I’ so much?And I realized, it’s because I take ownership.Saying I isn’t about being self absorbed. It’s about accountability.It’s about standing firm in my decision