The Great Reset: A Genesis

There comes a moment when life itself speaks plainly: Begin again.

I reached that moment. The Great Reset.

Resetting isn’t easy. It’s not a gentle rearranging of the furniture inside a house already built.

Resetting is watching the old structure burn—the happy life that was supposed to be, the six-figure job that affords you the luxury of shopping sprees, the garden to grow your own vegetables and fruits, neighborhood block parties that made your kids feel a part of a community—it’s watching all of that potential burn and refusing to run back into its ashes.

A reset rejects conformity. It dares to go against the grain of what the world has called “success,” “safety,” or normal.” It requires faith. A faith that beyond the noise of distraction, beyond the scaffolding of ego, there is a pure Self waiting to be remembered.

I felt a reset was necessary because the way I was living, though clothed in love, had become entangled in the very patterns I vowed to break. If I remain in them, I pass them forward to my children. If I reset, I stop the spread.

Resetting means going back to the basics. Internally, it is stripping away ego until only love remains. Externally, it is choosing simplicity, event a tent, to remember that home is not a walled structure. Home is presence. home is love.

This is where we are heading in a week. My children and I will step into this way of life together—not as a retreat from the world, but as a return to the essence of what life is meant to be.

The reset is the only way to truly meet myself. To finally introduce myself to the untouched, uncorrupted version of my Self. The Self born not of conformity, but of love.

The Covenant with Mama

This reset is my covenant. I once prayed to be made an example—to show the world that abundance can be found in remembrance. Remembrance of love for Self. Remembrance of purpose. Remembrance of Mama.

I vowed to live in such a way that the love of Mama could be seen, felt, and remembered through me.

I keep that covenant still.

For we as a collective have forgotten. We have rejected the feminine in every form—even rejecting Mama Herself, and the magic She offers us with every breath.

Through this reset, I choose to remember. I choose to show the world Her love, Her power, Her magic. Not as theory, but as living proof.

I am that example.

We are that example.

And this journey is our offering bak to Her.

From Reset to Genesis

From reset comes a new beginning. A Genesis.

I vow to embrace all of me—both shadow and light—with tenderness. I vow to learn my strength, to rise from fire, to dance with challenges as teacher and partner. I vow to fall in love with my self every step of the way.

This is two-fold. For as I begin again, my children will witness their mother choose what once felt impossible, and they will know that they too can do the same. They will grow into a love less poisonous, and more graceful.

This is our beginning.

This is our Genesis.

This is The Listening Bridge Project.

A journey of return.

Avow of love.

A bridge for all who long to reset.