honest & hygge

by fivetwosix

The magic of 40: old soul, old friends and ‘old people love’

2025, my human age finally caught up with my soul age slow dancing to midlife lessons of grief and grace, rupture and repair, and the marriage myth.
Freefalling: The dark night rises

Of light at the end of a dark spiritual tunnel after almost seven very long years navigating “The Wall” in preparing (and ready) to enter the second half.
Between Sorrow and Shalom; Forty and Fresh start in-transit

“Where Am I?” Deep in transition embracing unknowns and beauty in slow living, live simply and surrendered joy holding shalom amidst sorrow.
2024: The year accepting defeat, the year everything changed

The thing about the dark night of the soul that we don’t like to talk about is this: It is purging of deep-rooted idols — once you see it, you can’t unsee it.
Thirty-nine: The life of small things

Getting out of the social milestone race and run your own. Redefining big. Finding your voice again. Even if it’s different, or more so if it is. This is 39.
Heartlander: An alabaster jar and a powerful ordinary life

Deconstructing ‘counting the cost’, global missions and the ordinaries as I beheld His invitation, asking, “Will you steward an alabaster jar for Me?”
A childlike faith step into the second half of His adventure

Like coming out of the half-time break into the second half in sports, the start of Adventure 2.0 beckons for me this month after a 40-month pause.
Adventure 1.0: The beginning of the uncommon journey

I had no real idea where I was to go or how it was all to unfold. I just knew in my spirit that I had to get out there. So I bought a one-way ticket to London.
Royal but ordinary victorious things

“I don’t know what this is but this is not labor.” Twelve hours of pain later, I was admitted to the ER just weeks before Cruze’s due date in mid-February in case it was labor, it wasn’t.
The year of doing hard things: Reclaiming Myself

So 2022 had it all. At the core of it is really a deep questioning of identity. Layers upon layers. A big part of it was learning this year that my father has finally been given the diagnosis of bipolar.