Easter Thoughts: Reawakening, Loss, and New Light

Easter always seems to arrive at just the right time. It comes with spring, when the earth starts to stir again—buds on trees, longer days, and that sense of possibility in the air. This Easter Sunday, the weather feels like a reflection of that shift: bright and clear, after weeks of grey skies and even the rare desert rain. It’s as if the world decided to turn a page.

Mindful Morning Checklist
An important tool for me to stay grounded


The past year—or maybe a little more—has been heavy. There were losses, of many kinds. Work that slipped away. Business deals that didn’t land. Relationships that changed, ended, or quietly faded. Even mentors I leaned on have been lost in one way or another. It’s been a time of release, and sometimes, of having to let go before I felt ready.

But within that space, new things have taken root. I’ve been surprised—and deeply grateful—for the support of new friends who showed up with kindness, without fanfare. And there’s been something beautiful about reconnecting with old friends too, even if not all of them were meant to stay.


Easter isn’t just about the joyful parts—it’s also about holding space for the quiet in-between. The pause before things bloom again. Today, I’m choosing to be present in that in-between, noticing the light returning, and giving thanks for what remains—and for what’s still to come.

“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.” — Anaïs Nin

As for me, I’m slowly leaning into that blossoming—most recently through the quiet relaunch of Asteria Advisory, a space where I’m bringing my legal and management work back to life with a renewed sense of clarity and direction. There’s something exciting about returning, this time with fresh energy and a firmer sense of purpose.

Here’s to new beginnings, gentle growth, and the light of spring.

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