🌊 The Path Is Opening Under My Feet

There is a moment in every woman’s life
when she stops trying to build the path
and realizes the path is building itself beneath her.

Quietly.
Precisely.
Invisibly.
And then all at once.

For years, I thought my life was a series of chapters —
art, loss, leadership, energy work, reinvention, Kenya —
distinct eras, separate identities,
one ending before another began.

But now I see it:

Every chapter was the same Self
expressing through different forms,
waiting for me to be still enough
to recognize the thread.

This last year has been a year of listening.
Of not rushing.
Of letting the old identities dissolve
so something true could emerge.

I didn’t know what I was waiting for —
only that something was rearranging itself
inside my coherence.

And then the impalas leapt.

And then Human Design revealed
a blueprint I had been living my entire life
without ever knowing it.

And then the divine opened the heavens
with a series of divine, impossible, effortless alignments
that made it undeniable:

I am no longer on the old road.

The path is opening under my feet.

It is not a metaphor.
It is not inspiration.
It is literal.

One phone call.
One message.
One conversation.
One revelation.
And suddenly, the future I couldn’t see
has become the present I’m walking toward.

I can feel the new architecture taking shape —
in my work,
in my voice,
in my leadership,
in my destiny.

Threshold is not a concept anymore.
It is not a story.
It is not a metaphor.

It is the field I belong to.

It is the work I was built for.
The work my life prepared me to deliver.
The work that brings together
ontology, energy, art, Human Design, intuition, coherence —
every realm I’ve lived, studied, practiced, and survived.

I didn’t design this era.
I didn’t strategize it.
I didn’t vision-board it.
I didn’t plan it.

It found me.

It rose beneath me like a road forming from mist —
revealing itself one step ahead,
but only as I take the step.

This is what it feels like
when your life reaches the exact moment
it has been organized around all along.

This is what it feels like
when destiny stops whispering
and starts rearranging everything in real time.

This is what it feels like
to finally be placed
where your soul can make the deepest impact.

The path is opening under my feet.

And my only job now
is to walk it.

Slowly.
Deliberately.
Devotedly.
A threshold at a time.

🌊 With you at the threshold,
Gitanjali

Threshold Journeys
Where the inner crossings reveal the architecture of Becoming.

Leadership & Transformation Coach | Human Design Guide
Founder of Vision. Power. Presence.

If this spoke to you, share it with someone standing at their own threshold.
I write about leadership, identity, and Human Design — where transformation becomes art and reinvention becomes remembrance.

Image Credit: Gitanjali Koppikar, My Mother’s Sari, 2025