CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE

I walk up each morning as the sun rises now. I don’t need an alarm clock. It happens naturally. I leave my shades open, the sun touches me, and I feel refreshed.

In the past few months, I’ve rarely felt sleepy because I listen to my body. I eat when I’m hungry, drink when I’m thirsty, sleep when I’m tired, and I’ve fallen into a sort of rhythm. I’m naturally in tune with the world around me, and it’s the best feeling.

“I feel like my power has really grown here,” I say, as I join Zade in the garden.

Work in the garden started for me a few days after I got here. Zade told me that if I wanted to eat, I needed to help grow and catch the food. So, now I stand in the rich dirt. I pick the plump produce, feel it weigh heavy in my hands.

“I think there’s something about truly being one with the world that has given it the space to grow,” I continue. “And I mean my body as well as my magic. Everything about me feels better, more alive, and more useful.”

“I’ve noticed the change in you as