Borrow the Light
There are days when our inner flame dims. It's not extinguished per se, but flickering. In those moments, it's often the presence of another that brings warmth back to our bones. Not through grand speeches or dramatic interventions but through gentle knowing. A message. A meal. A memory shared in the quiet, and this is why we love community so much.
We don't always realise it, but we borrow the light from others. From the sister-friend who sees past the mask. From the elder who's been there and reminds you that the storm always passes. From the younger woman who unknowingly becomes your mirror, reflecting the courage you forgot you had.
Safe spaces remain the magic of chosen sisterhood, and this is at the very core of LDH. It's not filtered through perfect group photos (although trust us, LDH loves a good photograph). It's the friend who reads between the lines of your "I'm okay." The one who holds space without needing to fix you. The one who reminds you who you were before life got loud.
Then there's intergenerational wisdom; it’s a powerful current that runs deeper than we realise. Whether it's a grandmother's proverb or a mentor's lived lesson, this kind of light doesn't shout. Sit at the feet of the older generation and lean in... listen to this warm, bold, yet gentle light. It hums. It anchors. It guides.
We weren't made to shine alone. Sacred friendships are not about dependency, but remembrance. They remind us of our wholeness when we forget. They see the light in us when we can't see it ourselves because they are present in our lives without judgment, and lend us theirs until we do.
So, if your light feels low today, reach for a connection. Not the kind you scroll past, but the one that softens your shoulders (that's it, girls, drop your shoulders and breathe in deeply). That reminds you: you are still here. You are still you, and your light is never lost - sometimes, it's just borrowed until you're ready to carry it again.