I recorded this message on a quiet morning, heart open and trembling. It’s raw — not polished, not planned — but it felt like the right way to begin.
This is the seed of the Sanctuary for the Misfits of God — a space for those of us who’ve felt like we had to apologize for existing. For those who have been both the learner and the guide at once.
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The Apology for Existing
For much of my life, I’ve lived with a quiet sense of indebtedness — as if I needed to apologize for taking up space.
Sometimes I’ve thought this feeling came from being adopted as a baby, but lately, I sense it’s something deeper.
Maybe some of us — especially those walking wild, unorthodox paths — carry this ache of feeling like we must earn our right to belong.
Even as I sat down to record this message, the world around me got loud — people talking outside, sounds at the window — and that old fear rose up: what if someone hears me?
It’s a familiar tension between wanting to share and wanting to stay unseen.
Teaching While Still Being Formed
This is where I begin.
I’ve always held my guides to a high standard — maybe too high — and I’ve mirrored that by holding myself to impossible expectations.
I’ve thought I needed to be complete before offering anything.
That I had to be the mastered one before my medicine could be valid.
But the truth is, I’m still being formed. Still walking. Still remembering.
And I don’t want that to stop me anymore.
A Sanctuary Where No One Gets Abandoned
This space — the Sanctuary for the Misfits of God — is born from one simple prayer: that no one be abandoned.
Not ourselves. Not each other.
It’s not a place of codependence or perfection.
It’s a home for truth, messiness, communication, and unconditional return — where love includes accountability, and presence includes imperfection.
This kind of love has been my deepest teacher — the love that sits with me through both the ache and the awe, and says:
You can come home here, again and again.
Belonging Without Permission
As we begin this journey together, I want to explore what it means to walk the world from belonging —
not the kind we earn, but the kind we claim.
The kind that’s already here, waiting under the layers of “not enough.”
What if belonging didn’t depend on anyone else’s permission?
What if your existence was already an offering?
Reflection for the Sanctuary
I’d love to hear from you in the comments:
✨ What is your story of belonging or non-belonging?
✨ What helps you remember that you belong, even when you feel unseen or misunderstood?
✨ What questions or themes would you like to explore together in this Sanctuary?
