at 3:33am,
I rose grateful and blessed.
Still a nose in the books, lost within the pages. An attentive nose to God.
If there’s anything He is teaching me now, it is a trust, a faith, and a surrender to this path like never before. It’s not for me to understand. It’s for me to follow. And so, I choose You. I trust You. Thank You.
at 3:33 a.m., i woke up
I was wide awake already, disturbed initially by the heat and light sweat of the body, shifting for comfort.
I usually sleep with cool air, a light draft from the windowsill or a fan nearby to ease me deep.
But this night of all nights, or should I say morning, I opened my eyes—3:33 a.m. sharp on my sunrise alarm clock. Even the artificial sunrise hasn’t woken up yet either, I see.
My body has beaten both times upon the rise—the alarm and the literal sun this time. Yes! I thought.
If you’ve known me, I’ve been waiting for the day I beat both alarms for some time now, to rise in the dark of morning, into the beautiful quiet that is the vata hours of the a.m.
I’m truly a retired night owl, rebirthed into an early songbird (just without the songs).
Cliché as it is, there is something mysterious about the wee hours of 3-6 a.m. that really sets the tone, and my slow rituals do it right for me.
Usually, I’d feel kapha heavy, groggy that I’d woken up out of a beauty sleep I made sure to prepare for.
I don’t always rise this satisfied, in fact, anyone who’s ever known me during these hours, I’m half asleep, half-light snoring and still blabbering from dream-state as I try to make up the words as to why it would even make sense to wake me! It’s not a good idea.
Note: I’m a 6 or 7 a.m. riser, so this particular rise, was a bit odd. And so, here I was, awake, intensely awake; my body, ready to begin the day. My mind, already thinking about a schedule, activities, what to eat…
So, what changed? Why was I up?
—my eating habits the day prior. It really worked.
(For those curious, my slight eating habits shifted from 3 big meals per day to a light breakfast and dinner, and a hearty lunch, packed with veggies + fruit.)
I have more energy eating less?
back to this 3:33 a.m. morning,
I rose grateful and blessed that I wasn’t tired. I honestly was over being tired all the time.
I thanked the Lord for a new day, placed my feet on tile floors, and rose to begin again.
The first thing I do is open the curtains, a shade that darkened the room. Although, the act didn’t do much to light up the room in any way without the sun’s natural light.
I thought I would move my body quickly, but I took my time, a 15minutes cold splash to the face and then some. A hot-to-warm water with lemon and ginger slices to kick off my digestion. A silent sit at the altar, a ponder as incense lit and the scent of palo santo fills the air, watching the sky lighting in dim yellow. The sun, saying good morning.
A sit—nothing forced, nothing routine. But starting with a sit, a grounding to ease into my prayers. My private conversations with the Divine. I watched the smoke.
I pray every time I wake up during these ‘spiritual’ hours. In the past, I used to be haunted by the ways Spirits would tease me awake, messing with the lucidity of my dreams and reality states.
Upon wake, I’d feel them still, heavily in the room, and sometimes, they would haunt me—that is if my mind drove me from a place of fear, instilled in my subconscious.
But I don’t let it get to me anymore. I stopped running from fear when I realized I was afraid of myself—a human and a spirit, with access to the human and spirits.
Most days, I stray away from fear-based thoughts, although I’m not always successful. It’s a lifetime of conditioning, wearing and tearing off.
It takes Love to love. Love reminded me so when I felt it—too big to explain, to make up, I could only cry because it was that beautiful. Fear is truly the mind-killer.
Wrap ourselves in love first, then envision it spill into the world around us. We must know Love to be love and if we don’t know Love, then we uncover it. Any way we know how! I think we must let go of what once held us in separation, hatred, neglect, self-loathing, shame, and depressing dread. Compassion and forgiveness is true.
In this, we uncover our divinity—our truest Nature.
my 3:33 a.m. rise was not lost on me
It woke me still from a dream.
Me, remaining in a car, a path of my own, unbothered, but protected. Although I was not moving, I saw one come to my window—knocking, waiting, wondering.
My eyes, not dull, but cautious, honest, looking past one… past to the home that sits, crumbling.
When one walked away, I wanted to say something, but I knew, I just couldn’t. I let one walk away, and there I was, witnessing. Surrendering to what is not in my control.
It is done. I shoot the house from my dream car, and it burns to ashes. It? My old structures, my old way of being, another version of me—of her, gone. I was in it.
in other news…
I have exciting things percolating, incubating from this wild time in gestation—not yet a harvest, but a slow awakening. Change is here.
It’s unfolding as I write, speak, and ponder what is next. Emergence, for me, has been tapping into less survival and scarcity, and more surrender. What I do know, though, is that I’m choosing to lean into my gifts a bit more—making a creative and intuitive blend of offerings, rooted in wisdom, love, creation, and service. It’s a new way of being.
For those who don’t know, as a hybrid creative, I blend intuition, editorial mastery, and energetic clarity to help guide you (or your brand story) towards alignment, creativity, and wellness—all three landing spaces I deeply care about.
If you are curious, see my current and updated, hybrid services here.
This pivot of the moment is feeling special—a self, emerging as a creative insight and narrative guide rather than just a storyteller that executes (although I still offer this).
I’ve always believed the right words carry energy (iykyk 🤏🏼)
For over a decade, I’ve helped brands and visionaries find their most aligned stories and strategies—through digital writing, editorial storytelling, and a way of seeing that’s equal parts craft and intuition.
After a long, sacred pause, I feel ready for soul-led, purpose-driven work with brands, partners and collaborators. Since I’ve worked with mostly global brands for a few years, I’m excited to rebuild with intention and alignment in mind.
If you need support, please reach out.
I’m currently offering 1:1 intuitive clarity sessions and taking on a small number of writing and editorial projects this month.
Below are freshly baked offerings with price points that are pretty much too good to miss. If you’re a founder, artist/creative, or brand, message me if you’re interested.
1:1 INTUITIVE CLARITY SESSIONS
starting at $66. donation-based sliding scale is available.
1hour sessions designed to help you understand where you are, what you’re navigating, and what’s ready to shift—with both intuitive insight and grounded reflection.
aligned if you’re dealing with a foggy situation or lack of clarity in a transition
STORY & MESSAGE
$150-400, depending on project scope.
collaborative writing & editorial support to shape or refine your brand voice, clarify your message, and express your work in a way that feels true to you.
aligned if you need quick copy audits, editing, blog articles, brand emails or stories
P.S. Threads and Substack, it’s better here. If you really weren’t paying attention, I was also hacked on IG a year or so ago, and rebuilding my profile. lol, that unfollow wasn’t personal, stay connected.
See you on the other side,
x Lisa