I’m sharing a little bit of my personal journey.

Lately, I’ve been writing a lot, there’s a lot moving in me during this threshold season of my life. I hope to share more of what’s coming through, but for now, what feels alive is the practice itself. The steps. The commitment. The ceremony.

Last night, I sat with my men’s group around the fire, as we’ve done for the past five years.
In that circle, I offered a simple ceremony, reading a letter to name what I’m leaving behind, and placing a log on the fire to mark it.

A small gesture, but it felt like a turning point.

A way of honoring what’s dying, and what’s ready to emerge.

A condensed version I share with you here:

Brothers,

I want to name what’s happening in me, around me, and through me right now

Something is dying. Not in a tragic way, but in a sacred, necessary, and irreversible way

I am not in crisis.
I am in crossing

This is not about a single moment or mistake. It is about old identities that once protected me and now no longer serve the man I am becoming

I see the pleaser, the one who tried to stay good and safe to avoid conflict
I love him. But I am not negotiating with my truth anymore

I see the rescuer, the one who needed to fix others to feel needed
I am learning love is presence, not rescue

I see the self-abandoner, the one who left his own body to stay connected
He is tired. I am here to hold him now

I see the performer, the one who polished the outside but sometimes hid the raw inside
I am letting go of needing to be perceived as anything other than real

I see the philosopher of pain, the one who talked about emotions to avoid feeling them
Now I let the wave come. I stay

I see the sexual escapist, the one who sought intensity over intimacy
I am choosing sacred, devotional union

I see the isolated warrior, the one who carried it all alone
I am choosing brotherhood now

I see the contorted leader, the one who led from urgency and survival
I am remembering leadership is stewardship, not proving

I see the child of chaos, the boy who thought pain meant love
I am building a home of stillness

This is the threshold I am walking through

It is tender
It is humbling
And it is sacred

I do not need to be rescued
But I do want to be witnessed
Held
Reflected
Supported

I am choosing to walk with more integrity
More rootedness
More grace

And if you see me drifting back into what is dying
Remind me
Not by correcting me
But by holding the frequency of who I truly am

Thank you for listening
Thank you for standing with me
And to the parts of me that are dying—thank you for getting me here
You can rest now
I have got it from here

I walk through the gate
I do not look back
I become

With aloha
~Naim