If you’re here, you’re likely not looking for answers…but for something older than certainty. Maybe you found your way not by algorithm, but by ache. Maybe you’re tired of language that performs, spaces that extract, or roles that don’t fit.
This is a space of remembering. A place tuned for those who still feel the tenderness. Not because they’re broken, but because they’re still alive.
From Grit to Grace is not a platform. It’s a sanctuary. One where the holy ache is not pathologized or pacified, but honored as signal. One where wholeness isn’t a destination, but a returning.
We believe time bends differently when we move with love.
We trust the slowness that attends true becoming.
We write, speak, and gather in devotion to what is real, even if it’s raw.
Questions to walk with...
– What does “something older than certainty” stir in you?
– How does your body respond to the idea of tenderness as signal, not flaw?
– Where in your life are you being called to move with love, not speed?
You don’t have to answer. Just let what echoes, echo.
Here, there is no “audience.” Only kin, who participate in the process of listening ourselves toward coherence.
Welcome. Take what resonates. Leave what doesn’t. You don’t have to carry it alone.
This offering came from somewhere older. We just helped it arrive.
~Laureen 🍄
PS: If the shoreline stirred something in you, follow it. There’s more to the story, waiting just beyond the next swell: Welcome, Fellow Edge-Walker. And if you, too, feel the tender ache of wanting more from this world, a note from the deeper field awaits you here: People of the Blessed Unrest.