This week, something so small taught me something so big.

It was a Saturday morning, the sun was shining, the weather eerily warm for November, and it was time for my solo date.

Unlike my previous solo dates, I hadn’t planned anything. I just knew I wanted to create, and I wanted to do it somewhere other than at home.

I opened my TikTok app, went to my folder titled “solo dates,” and scrolled until I felt inspired.

I settled on a candle-making class. Luckily for me, they still had space that afternoon, so I booked it and continued with my slow morning.

I arrived at the workshop flustered, a few minutes late, but they hadn’t started yet and were still waiting for one other student.

I was shown to my seat and handed a small cup of herbal tea. That small ceremony slowed me all the way down. It helped me take in the space around me.

There were only four of us in the workshop: a couple on a date, another woman, and me.

The host was deliberately slow in her teaching, and it set the vibe completely. Even though we were in the middle of London on a Saturday afternoon, it felt like we were somewhere else. Somewhere where time didn’t exist.

We learned about the making of the candles, the ingredients, the story behind the brand… and then we smelled all the scents before choosing the one we’d use in our own candles.

I chose Moonlight Bloom — a blend of jasmine, sandalwood, and vanilla.

It wasn’t overpowering. I knew it would sit beautifully on my altar, working with my guides and my ancestors.

Once the scent was chosen, all I had to do was pour the oils into my melted wax.

As I was measuring out 15ml, I kept shaking the bottle aggressively, trying to force the oil to pour faster, but it refused. It was dripping painfully slow.

So I stopped.

I slowed down.

I held the bottle still.

And that’s when it flowed. Effortlessly.

It hit me instantly… this is life.

We think rushing gets us there quicker, but often it’s the slowing down that actually allows things to move.

Just like the tortoise and the hare, speed doesn’t win the race. Alignment does. Presence does. Trust does.

Lately, I’ve been learning to honour my pace. To stop shaking life, demanding results right now. Whether it’s my writing, my blog, or the many roles I hold as a mother, creator, and woman. I’m realising that slow doesn’t mean stuck.

Slow means steady.

Slow means intentional.

Slow means sustainable.

Flow comes not from force, but from faith.

Wishing you a gentle, grounded week ahead.

Love,

Sage

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