Some mornings at the Sanctuary, the world feels a little too loud.

The kind of loud that isn’t just outside noise… but the “heat” of everything people are carrying—opinions, pressure, pain, fear, anger. I’ll catch myself tightening without even realizing it, like my body is bracing for impact.

And then there’s Jasmine.

My smallest mini. My tiniest teacher.

I’ll step into her space, and she’ll look up at me with those soft, steady eyes—no story, no judgment, no need for me to prove anything. Just a quiet “Oh hi… you’re here.” She’ll shuffle closer, sniff my sleeve like she’s checking the truth of me, and in that simple moment, something in my chest unclenches.

Jasmine doesn’t bring heat.
She brings light.

Not the blinding kind. The gentle kind… the kind that helps you see yourself again. The kind that says, “You can soften. You can breathe. You can come home to love.”

And every time I feel my nervous system settle beside her, I’m reminded: I get to choose what I carry into the world.

Less sharpness.
More tenderness.
Less reaction.
More presence.

Today, I’m letting Jasmine lead.

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