When the Universe Writes Back: A love letter from the cosmos to the soul that finally stopped running

Five years ago, something ancient stirred in me.

It didn’t arrive with clarity or grace, but with tremors, a crumbling, a quiet implosion I could no longer outrun.

The illusion I had built my life around, that if I just worked harder, gave more, dimmed softer, I would finally feel whole… that illusion cracked. And beneath it, something undeniable pulsed:

I was never broken, I was buried.

I had spent so long navigating the world through the lens of fear and function, performing what I thought love, strength, and success should look like. But no matter how beautifully I performed, something vital was always missing .... me.

Not the curated version, not the healer in control, not the high-functioning survival self.

But the wild, radiant, feeling, knowing essence of me, the one I had hidden even from myself.

What I didn’t understand then, but am beginning to live now, is that healing isn’t linear. It’s spiral. It keeps taking you deeper, past the bones of your beliefs, down into the ancestral soil, where old wounds hold ancient codes.

It’s less about becoming, and more about unbecoming the lies you inherited.

And the biggest lie I carried? That my light had to earn its right to exist.

Recently, I sat with my journal and began revisiting the songs and reflections I’ve written here, the ones born from unraveling, from grief, from anger and the deepest sadness, from fierce beauty, and the ache of returning to myself. They are not just art. They are artifacts, evidence of a soul mid-alchemy.

As I read them, I felt something shift, a clarity rising through the fog.

All these pieces I’ve written over the last year, they’ve been my way of writing to the universe.

But then I wondered, What if the universe has been writing back? Not in the language of words, but in vibration, in rhythm, in synchronicity, in longing, in silence, in songs I didn’t know I was translating.

That’s how “I Wrote the Sky for You” arrived. Not as an idea, but as a response.

It came through me like a tide I could no longer resist, a remembering more than a creation, a message woven through the marrow: “You were never forgotten. You’ve always been the melody.”

As I wrote the final lines, a deeper knowing revealed itself:

✨ I’ve been searching for the divine in the sky, when the divine has always lived in my voice.

✨ I’ve been waiting for signs outside myself, not realizing my life is the sign.

✨ I’ve been hoping the universe would meet me, while it’s been whispering, “You are me.”

And maybe the most startling truth of all, I didn’t come here to be answered. I came here to remember I am the answer.

This song, this blog, this moment, it’s not about arriving, it’s about returning. Not to who I was before the pain, but to the blueprint that existed long before the world told me who I should be.

It’s about honoring that even in the ache, I was always aligned. Even in the void of hiding, I was always heard.

And if you’re reading this, if you’ve ever wondered whether your story matters…if you’ve been aching to feel the thread of your soul in this tangled world…

Let this post be your reflection: The universe is not separate from you. You are the universe, trying to remember its own name.

So speak, sing, shed, roar.

Because every time you choose truth over performance, soul over spectacle, your melody reverberates through the cosmos like a prayer answered in your own voice.

You were never meant to whisper.

You are the song the stars have been waiting for.

With all the stardust I no longer apologize for, I now root myself in sacred soil, planting the soles of my feet like seeds of a new beginning, so the life I create from here on carries healing not just for me, but for the world I came here to love.

🜃