💕Inner Light Blog

There’s something ancient and wonderful about crushing grapes with your feet. It feels like going back to childhood, like hearing the earth whisper beneath you. This year, we did it together, with laughter, the scent of must, and hands sticky with sweetness. Alyssa dipped her little feet among the grapes, laughing as if she were dancing on autumn it self. Each step released the juice, and with it, a small kind of magic: transformation.From grapes comes must, from time comes w

There was a day when I felt tired, empty, and the world seemed heavy on my shoulders. My voice was sharp, rushed, as if I had forgotten how to breathe gently. She looked at me in silence, her eyes full of trust, of that purity only children still carry. Then, without hesitation, Alyssa said: “Mommy, do you want the ball?” Just like that. With innocence that disarms you, with love that never judges. For her, the ball is the key to happiness. It’s her way of saying “don’t be up

There’s a moment quiet, invisible when healing begins to show. It’s not loud. It’s not the day you finally stop crying, or the moment everything makes sense again. It’s the day you hold someone else’s pain and realize it doesn’t scare you anymore. You listen, and you don’t rush to fix them. You breathe with them, softly. And something inside whispers: “You’ve become what you once needed.” We spend so many years trying to find safety in people, in love, in places that felt li