How journaling became my ritual

Ritual is not grand.
It’s quiet.
It’s the way your hand moves across the page.
The way the candle flickers beside your tea.
The way your breath slows when you begin.

My journaling ritual begins with silence.
I light a candle. I chose my time.  I open to the page that matches my rhythm.
Sometimes I write. Sometimes I simply sit.
But always, I return.
Seasons of Soul is designed to support this—each spread a soft invitation, each prompt a gentle guide.

You don’t need hours. You need presence.
You don’t need perfection. You need permission.

Tomorrow, I’ll share the affirmations that nourish each season.
Until then, may your ritual be enough.