Why i created Seasons of Soul

There are seasons the world sees—spring in bloom, autumn in retreat.
But there are quieter seasons, too.
The ones that live in our bones.
The ones that rise with the moon and fall with our breath.
This week, I invite you into the rhythm behind Seasons of Soul—a journal born from ritual, reflection, and the longing to come home to ourselves.
Each post will unveil a layer of its journey. Let’s begin with the seed.

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I didn’t set out to make a journal.
I set out to make a sanctuary.

A place where women could pause.
Where the moon could guide, not just illuminate.
Where the seasons weren’t just weather, but emotional landscapes.

Seasons of Soul began as scattered notes—reflections scribbled under full moons, affirmations whispered during winter walks, prompts that surfaced in quiet moments between tasks. I noticed how my inner world shifted with the lunar cycle, how each season brought its own invitation: to rest, to rise, to release, to renew.

I wanted to hold that rhythm.
To offer it to others.
To say: You are allowed to feel differently in each season. You are allowed to change.

So I gathered the fragments.
I mapped the moon phases.
I wrote prompts that felt like gentle hands.
I designed pages that breathe.

And slowly, Seasons of Soul became what it is now:
A ritual companion. A soft place to land.

It’s not just for writing.
It’s for remembering.