What Was Never Lost

What does it mean to carry something within?

There is a particular feeling you’ve tried to name for years — the quiet pull toward something you loved before anyone told you what was “appropriate,” “useful,” or “grown‑up.” You tried to outgrow it. Life tried to bury it. But it stayed.

Silent. Patient. Unmoved.

Most people think the things they carry inside disappear with age. They don’t. They simply wait for the moment you’re finally still enough to hear them again.

So, pause.   Not for the world — for yourself.

Think back to what you loved as a child. Not the polished version. The raw one. The thing you did without thinking, without shame, without asking permission. The thing that made time disappear.

Now ask yourself: Is there a form of this that can exist in your life today — as you are now, not as you were then?

If you’re unsure, try this:

Find a pen. Write down the earliest memory of that thing. Read it back slowly. Notice what rises. Notice what returns.

Because what is born inside you does not vanish. It waits for recognition. It waits for a doorway. It waits for you.

Some of you will recognize this…

and some of you will wear it.

I AM SHE WITHIN— a Nutty Pagan series