As a little girl, I would disappear into the old Lake Hills library in Bellevue. It wasn’t grand or architecturally impressive, but it was magical to me. Later it became the Bellevue Regional Library. Then the Monroe Library. Every town I lived in, I found my library.

It felt like home.

When I started thinking about it, I realized my favorite stories had been quietly teaching me the same lesson all along.

For thousands of years, names have carried more than sound—they have carried mathematics, memory, and meaning.

Today, a simple date led me down an unexpected path: from the number 26 hidden within the sacred name YHWH, to the ancient figure of Asherah, to a curious resonance with Ashura, and finally to the surprising geometry woven into something as ordinary as a deck of playing cards.

Whether these patterns are intentional or simply beautiful synchronicities is less important than the question they invite:

What if the sacred has never stopped speaking?

Not only through scripture or temples, but through language, symbols, calendars, and the quiet patterns hiding in plain sight.

This is a musing on sacred geometry, the Divine Feminine, and the possibility that remembrance often begins with simply noticing.

There is a growing sense that life is communicating constantly and I am becoming more willing to listen.

Whether that comes from meditation, grounding, breathwork, nervous system regulation, medicine work, age, healing, spiritual development, or some combination of all of the above, I’m not entirely sure.

What I do know is that my relationship with certainty has changed.

We love the language of becoming when it sounds beautiful.

Expansion.
Awakening.
Alignment.
Sovereignty.
Rebirth.

But the lived experience can be much messier.