Where her Sovereignty Blooms

The Journey Through Light and Shadows

Welcome to the first chapter of Where Her Sovereignty Blooms. In this story, we follow Sabrina Ocean as she steps into the enchanting village of Cadaqués, a place rich with mystery and history. Here, Sabrina begins a journey of self-discovery and healing, guided by the wisdom of her grandmother and the whispers of the land itself. The path ahead is filled with promise, but it also requires Sabrina to confront her past and trust her intuition as she faces the unknown. I’m so excited to share this journey with you. Let’s begin.

Sabrina Ocean stepped off the train in Cadaqués, a small village nestled between the rugged cliffs of Spain and the endless blue of the Mediterranean. The cobblestone streets beneath her feet felt like ancient bones, worn smooth by time and generations. A crisp breeze lifted her dark hair as she paused at the village entrance, taking in the intoxicating scents of rosemary, thyme, and the ocean mist that kissed her skin. The air here was different—alive with something sacred. A slow hum of energy vibrated through the ground, calling her to remember.

Her grandmother had often spoken of this place—the land where roots ran deep, and visions bloomed like the vibrant bougainvillea that adorned the stone walls. The scent of rosemary wrapped around Sabrina like an old friend, evoking memories of her childhood in Tennessee, where her grandmother’s garden was a sanctuary of fragrant herbs. Lavender, basil, sage—the familiar smells were now laced with new, unfamiliar fragrances that anchored her to the present.

Her grandmother, Eva, had always been the visionary, the matriarch who saw beyond the veil.

Eva first spoke of this village, the magical town where the earth breathed with ancient wisdom. Sabrina had never been sure whether it was the power of the land that called her or the weight of the stories her grandmother had passed down, but one thing was sure: it was no accident that she had arrived.

As she wandered deeper into the village, the sun dipped lower, casting golden light over the whitewashed buildings that lined the streets. A familiar delight filled the air as the enchanting scents of jasmine and honeysuckle drifted on the breeze, weaving through the memories of her past and carrying with them the promise of new beginnings. With each step, Sabrina felt an irresistible pull to keep walking and followed the path before her.

In her hand, she clutched a weathered envelope. Her grandmother’s handwriting, as distinctive as the curves of the land, graced the front. Sabrina had carried this letter with her for years, and though she had read it countless times, it never failed to stir something deep inside her. The words had been written when she was a child, but now, standing in the village, they took on a new meaning.

Sabrina paused on a bench by the water’s edge, feeling the coolness of the stone beneath her palms. The letter, worn with age and love, trembled in her fingers. She unfolded it slowly, the familiar scent of ink and paper filling her senses. Her grandmother’s words spoke to her now as if they had been waiting for this moment—waiting for Sabrina to return to the place that would unravel the mysteries of her past and guide her toward the future.

Sabrina’s mind drifted back to her childhood in a quiet town in Tennessee, far from the cobbled streets of Cadaqués. There, surrounded by towering mountains that seemed to guard the house, her grandmother had taught her the ways of the earth. Eva had always known the language of the land—the whisper of the wind, the song of the trees, and the rhythm of the seasons. Sabrina had been a curious child, always following her grandmother’s footsteps through the garden, inhaling the pungent aroma of fresh herbs, and learning to listen to the stories they told.

The earth had been her first teacher, the wind her guide. But there had always been something else—a pull Sabrina couldn’t explain. The strange visions she had as a child, the dolls that moved on their own, and the sense that there was more to the world than the simple life they led left her both curious and anxious. Even her name, Sabrina, meaning “from the river’s edge,” felt like a constant reminder that she was standing on the cusp of something larger, a journey she could not yet see but felt deep in her bones.

Her grandmother had been the only one who understood her and nurtured the gift Sabrina possessed—though it wasn’t always clear if that gift was a blessing or a curse. But Eva had always encouraged her to follow her intuition, trust her intuition, and listen to the land and the whispers it carried. Those whispers had led her to this moment, where the past and future intertwined.

Sabrina sat by the water, gazing out at the horizon, where the ocean met the sky in a haze of pink and purple. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore was familiar, yet it resonated with a deeper meaning now. It was the sound of change, of transformation.

She pulled out her journal and began to write, her pen gliding across the paper with ease. She had always known that one day, she would need to pass on the wisdom and teachings that had shaped her. Her son had always been her guiding light, and now, in this new chapter of her life, she wrote to him just as her grandmother had written to her.

My dearest love,
I stand on the shores of a land that has called me home. A place full of mystery, beauty, and ancient wisdom. The air here is unlike any I’ve breathed before—it speaks to my soul in a way I can’t describe. My heart beats in rhythm with the pulse of this place.

I want you to know that I am carrying you with me as I walk this journey. Every step I take is one I will take for you. You are my purpose. You are the light that guides me.

There is much I want to teach you, my love, about the earth, love, the universe, and its infinite possibilities. I will teach you how to listen—to the wind, the trees, the stars, and your heart.

But there is one thing I need you to understand now: you are free. Your life is your own to create. Do not let the world tell you who you should be. Do not let fear stop you from living your truth.

I love you and will always be with you,

Mom

Sabrina tucked the letter into her bag, its weight grounding her as she processed her complex emotions. Standing up from the bench, her heart swelled with anticipation and uncertainty. The sunset before her seemed to echo her inner turmoil—the colors shifting and changing, much like her own transformation.

This was the beginning of her journey—a journey of self-discovery, healing, and letting go of the past, a journey of trusting herself, her intuition, and the pull of the earth beneath her feet.

Taking a deep breath, Sabrina whispered into the wind, “I am ready.”

Reflection: Sabrina’s first steps in Cadaqués are not just physical but symbolic. She confronts the parts of herself she’s kept hidden, and in doing so, she learns that healing doesn’t always happen in a straight line. Sometimes, we need to walk back into our past to truly step into our future.

Editors Note: In this chapter, Sabrina faces the unknown with only her intuition as a guide. Have you ever had a moment where you felt guided by something larger than yourself? I’d love to hear your stories in the comments!"