Hope is patient

 

There’s a quiet beauty in the way the seasons change, how they unfold at their own pace. The peonies in my garden don’t rush to bloom—they wait until the time is right, pushing through the soil in their slow and steady way. I’ve often found myself standing at the window, watching for those first hints of green, only to be reminded of one simple truth: hope is patient.

In a world that seems to spin faster every day, we’re conditioned to want everything now. Quick answers. Instant gratification. Immediate results. But true hope—life-giving, soul-healing hope—doesn’t work like that. It’s quiet. It whispers in the stillness and holds its ground when everything else feels uncertain.

I’ve been learning that hope doesn’t demand to be seen right away. Sometimes, it’s buried deep, like a seed tucked into the soil during winter. It waits. It rests. And when the time comes, it rises—slowly but surely—reminding us that growth is not a race.

But waiting with hope isn’t always easy. We wrestle with doubt, with fear, with the nagging voice that asks, “What if it never comes?” I’ve been there—leaning into the silence, wondering if my patience would ever bear fruit. And yet, time and again, hope shows up. Not always how I imagined it, but always in a way that brings light.

So if you’re in a season of waiting, I encourage you to take heart. Hope doesn’t require perfection; it only asks for patience. Even in the stillness, even in the dark, something beautiful is growing. And one day, you’ll see it bloom.

Until then, trust the process. Tend to your heart as you would a garden. Water it with kindness. Give it the sunlight of encouragement. And remember: just like those peonies outside my window, hope will bloom in its own time.

Love,

Pia

P.S. Photo credit for my beautiful cousin Jenni Kurki. ❤️

One Step Forward

It’s easy to feel paralyzed when staring down the vast expanse of a journey. The sheer magnitude of it whispers lies: “You’ll never make it. It’s too much.” But the truth is, courage doesn’t demand we conquer the whole mountain today. It simply asks for one step.

Lately, mine was saying yes to hubby's vision of room expansion. He led us through it all and I learned a lot. 

Since I said yes, soon our sons have their own rooms. Which is a sweet gift for them, having their own routines and peace at falling asleep and getting up.

And I remember that one season when my life felt like an unfinished puzzle. Each piece lay scattered, the final picture a mystery. I wanted to see it all come together, yet it was daunting to begin. But then, I made a choice: focus on the next right move. Not the whole puzzle—just one piece.

That day, my one thing was reaching out to someone I trusted for advice. It wasn’t monumental, but it mattered. It felt doable, even in my overwhelmed state. And as I completed it, a small victory echoed in my heart: “You did it. Keep going.”

Today, I invite you to pause. What’s one small thing you can do? Maybe it’s clearing a corner of your workspace, writing one paragraph, or taking a ten-minute walk to clear your head. It doesn’t need to be grand. Let it be simple. Let it be enough.

With each tiny step, we chip away at fear. Focus sharpens. Courage builds. The path ahead becomes less intimidating, not because it has changed, but because we have.

Let’s celebrate the small victories, the quiet courage it takes to move forward. And in time, we’ll look back and realize that those small, deliberate moves were what built the life we dreamed of.

What’s your next step today?

With love,

Pia

Three Wisdoms for Courage and Growth

 

The moments we step into the unknown often become the milestones of our journey. Growth is never linear, and it rarely feels easy. Yet, within the messiness of facing fears, healing wounds, and reaching for something greater, there is a quiet beauty—a becoming.

Here are three wisdoms for your journey. As I’m pondering the ways how to embrace my own growth through facing my fears, I wanted to encourage you with these thoughts.

1. Facing Fears: Name it to Tame it

Fear is clever. It hides in small corners, cloaked in urgency or self-doubt, whispering that it’s too dangerous to go further. But fear has a name—it always does.

When you name it, you take its power. You learn it isn’t the end, but a beginning. Ask yourself: What am I really afraid of? Sit with the answer, even if it feels sharp or raw. This is how courage is born—not in banishing fear but in meeting it where it lives.

✨ Fear is a guide, pointing to the places we are called to grow. Trust that stepping into it will bring light to the shadows.

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2. Overcoming Trauma: Lean Into the Wound to Heal It

Healing is tender work. It’s slow, like the opening of a flower in the first warmth of spring. Trauma doesn’t disappear with time alone—it waits for us to gently touch the places that ache and whisper, You are safe now.

Self-compassion is the salve, the balm that softens the edges of pain. When we meet our wounds with love, they begin to transform, becoming a part of who we are rather than defining us.

✨ You are not your past, but every step you take toward healing rewrites your story. Let compassion be your guide. Your story is beautiful.

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3. Stepping Into Your Next-Level Self: Disruption is Growth’s Partner

Growth is messy. It breaks what no longer serves, shaking loose the old to make space for the new. It feels like chaos, but it’s actually order rearranging itself.

There is no perfection in transformation—only progress. Your next-level self isn’t waiting somewhere far away; she is already within you, peeking out from the courage you show every day.

✨Embrace the mess. Trust the disruption. Embrace being present. Every step you take is another brushstroke on the canvas of your becoming. 

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This is the journey: to face what scares us, to hold what hurts us, and to step, even wobbly, into the light of who we are meant to be. You are capable. You are held. Keep going. You're so loved.

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Love, 

Pia