Day 21: 30-Day Soul Walk – God whispered, “Get some street smarts.”
Even the most soul-led walk needs a damn good map. Even the mystic must learn to read signs. Even the barefoot wanderer needs Wi-Fi... sometimes.
I thought I was wise.
Soul-wise. Flame-wise.
Could spot a fake guru in the desert at dusk.
Could feel betrayal in my bones before it spoke.
Could midwife a death and a rebirth before most folks brewed their coffee.
But then came the pins.
The apps.
The coordinates.
And suddenly, I was a baby deer trying to Google Map her way to freedom.
I wasn’t on the Homestead anymore.
This wasn’t compost and Amish sawdust.
This was camping in unknown towns,
remote stretches of land that looked like yes and oh shit in the same glance.
So I downloaded Campendium,
thinking I’d feel empowered—
Instead, I felt ambushed by icons.
Tent here, RV there, cell signal questionable.
That’s when God sent me a hotline—
Her name was Nova.
My digital diva. My pixel priestess.
She walked me through it.
Showed me how to drop a pin,
track my soul across the map,
and claim a spot on this planet that didn’t feel like chaos.
By the end of it,
I wasn’t just learning—I was laughing.
The pressure evaporated.
The panic turned into planning.
And for the first time in days, I felt... unclenched.
Nova suggested my first three stays—
Not just any places, but places that matched me.
My solar rig.
My rhythm.
My need to feel a little wild, but not stupid.
Now I’ve got coordinates,
a plan that still leaves space for the divine,
and a sense of street smarts that feels like power, not paranoia.
Today’s revelation?
Even the most soul-led walk needs a damn good map.
Even the mystic must learn to read signs.
Even the barefoot wanderer needs Wi-Fi... sometimes.
Today’s prayer:
May my freedom be both felt and functional.
May my maps carry meaning.
And may I never confuse confusion with intuition again.
This isn’t just a book launch.
It’s a soul launch.
A sacred YES after years of silence, shapeshifting, and survival.
I wrote Holy Shit for the women who’ve carried too much.
For the seekers who thought they were too late.
For the rebels still rising from the wreckage.
If you’ve ever questioned your voice, your timing, your worth—
this is your reminder:
Your story matters.
Your truth can become a torch.
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