What Watered & Whole Means to Me
There was a moment when everything felt like it ended at once. Loss Change Silence The kind of silence where a home no longer feels like home, where the next chapter isn’t clear, and where even the simplest decisions feel heavy. I remember packing up my life into boxes, sitting in the quiet, and asking myself one question: What now? I didn’t have a plan But I had a pull Something inside me said go. Not to escape, but to find something I couldn’t name yet. That’s what brought me to France. And eventually, to Portugal. There were moments that didn’t look like healing at all. Putting gasoline into a diesel car the day before Christmas. Navigating unfamiliar streets, languages, and systems alone. Wondering if I had made a mistake. But then there were moments I will never forget. A cold, damp morning at a gîte in France, exchanging quiet smiles with strangers through a kitchen window. A woman on the beach in Sesimbra who shared parts of her story she had never told anyone before. Mor...