There are moments when life humbles you.
Not with words, but with presence.

This weekend, I laced up my running shoes—not for a medal, not for time, not for the finish line. I ran for Muco. Parkinson. Cancer. Addiction. AIDS.
For all the names and diagnoses that often come in whispers.
For the people living them… loudly, quietly, messily, courageously.

I ran for the ones still in it. The ones holding it together with a smile.
For the parents who don’t sleep. The teenagers who can’t speak their pain. The bodies that tremble. The hearts that ache.
The fighters.
The carers.
The dreamers.
The believers.

I carried them with me—every step, every breath, every beat.

And let’s be honest—some days, running feels like a metaphor for how we live.

Some are sprinting.
Some are walking slowly, deliberately.
Some are crawling through the mud, wondering if they’ll ever feel “normal” again.
Some aren’t moving at all—but they’re still showing up. They are still choosing to stay, to breathe, to love in the only way they know how.

I felt them with me.

Feet on the trail. Soul wide open.
Gratitude. Prayer. Presence.

It wasn’t just about movement.
It was about remembering.
That we are not separate. That our strength is collective.
That the love we send forward—through our bodies, our hearts, our actions—matters.

And if you’re reading this and thinking,
“I’m not running. I can barely get out of bed.”
Let me say this clearly:

You are not behind. You are not broken. You are not alone.

Whatever your “run” looks like today—
whether it’s replying to one email, cooking a meal, holding your child, or just surviving the afternoon—you’re doing enough.

You’re sacred. You’re seen. You’re held.

And that’s what the Slow Secrets Tribe is all about. 💖
A space to breathe.
To come home to yourself.
To be reminded that healing is not linear and growth isn’t always loud.

✨ Come as you are. We’ll meet you there.
✨ Join the Slow Secrets Tribe

With all my love from the motherland,
Julie Spark 🦄🫶🏻