Hi Reader,

Last week, I went to the blueberry farm just as the sun was beginning to rise.

No crowds, no chatter, just me, a few early risers, and rows of quiet bushes, still cool from the night air.

It’s something I plan every year. I always choose the early hour and I always choose to go alone.
Because this isn’t just about blueberries.

It’s about the silence.
The way the dew clings to the leaves.
The way I have to shimmy between the bushes and gently part the branches to find the hidden gems.
It’s about crouching low, close to the earth, because what’s most precious is often tucked out of sight, waiting to be discovered with care and patience.

And isn’t that the same with rest?
In deep rest, we soften. We listen. We begin to hear what the body has been whispering all along.

Sometimes that whisper is a physical ache.
Sometimes it’s a longing.
Sometimes it’s your soul saying, “I’m still here. I’ve been waiting.”

When we pause long enough—like I did in that field—we meet the message.
It rises up from within, clear and true.

Maybe for you it’s a hobby calling softly from the shelf.
Or an adventure that keeps tugging at your spirit.
Maybe it’s just the desire to stop holding so much and finally exhale.

I picked 24 pints that morning—joyfully, fully present.
Now I’m baking, trying something new: an artisan blueberry bread. A sweet, slow process.
Much like the work I share with women in my private mentorship and in the Still Point Sanctuary membership.

This is how the journey begins—not with a big leap, but with a quiet yes.
A moment of stillness.
A breath.
A willingness to listen.

So if something inside you has been whispering…
​I want this. I’m ready. I need to come home to myself.
​Let’s talk.

🌿 Schedule your free Discovery Call here ​
We’ll sit together, map out what support looks like for you, and take the first step toward a rhythm that’s gentle and true.

You already know this is the season to begin.
And no, you don’t need to wait for September. That’s just a thought disguised as timing.
Your soul doesn’t work on a calendar—it works on readiness. And it’s ready now.

And when August comes… well, that’s pear and peach season. That’s when I climb trees.
Yes, climb—to the high branches, where the juiciest fruit waits.

But for now, I’m here. With blueberries and breath and the invitation to join me.

With love and quiet joy,
Sarah
​Founder of Restored by Donna Sarah
​Guiding women home to themselves—one breath, one bloom, one sacred pause at a time.
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