✦ The Mission Is the Message ✦

A soft opening of a sacred book, and a sacred call to peace

There is a fire within me. Not the kind that burns to destroy, but the kind that purifies.

I’ve been under fire lately—not just in life, but in spirit—for being “too much of a dreamer.” As if hope were a sin. As if beauty were frivolous. As if art and imagination and tenderness were outdated relics of a time before the world became so numb.

But I believe, still.

“I believe in the sun even when it is not shining.

I believe in love even when I cannot

feel it.

I believe in God even when

He is silent.”

— Anonymous, found etched on a cellar wall in Cologne, Germany, during the Holocaust

I believe in love. I believe in peace. I believe in truth. I believe in light. I believe that we each carry a spark of the divine. And if we dare to listen, if we dare to dream, if we dare to awaken that spark within us, we might just rise together. As one.

“You may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one.”

— John Lennon

A Glimpse into the Work

In the quiet hours of this past year, I completed a sacred manuscript—part memoir, part visual prayer, part offering to a hurting world. It’s called The Light I Found in the Fire. And it is the most honest thing I have ever written.

It tells the story of my own descent into darkness and my slow, holy return to truth. It is filled with rituals, with beauty, with pain, with remembering. It is about feminine divinity and masculine restoration. It is about breaking generational patterns and raising our children in light.

It is about becoming.

This is not a book launch. This is a soul calling.

A New (but Ancient) Mission

I have quietly begun a new chapter in my life—one rooted not in building a brand, but in becoming a vessel. The name Vessella came to me in a dream. A fusion of vessel and bella. A beautiful container. A home for all I hold sacred.

This is not a business. This is a mission. A return to the truth I’ve always carried:

That art can heal.

That peace begins within.

That our feminine and masculine energies must come into harmony if we are to ever know true wholeness—within ourselves, our homes, and the world.

“If we don’t dream, we die.” — Yoko Ono

Israel Is On My Heart

I feel called to Israel. Not in a tourist’s sense, but in the way a flame is drawn to the wick. I want to photograph its sacred tension—the beauty and the brokenness, the silence and the sorrow. I want to see what the soil remembers. I want to create something that tells the truth, tenderly.

As I prepare to travel to New York this July, I will make my own small pilgrimage to Strawberry Fields in Central Park. A sacred field for dreamers. For peace. For remembering. I will photograph. I will pray. I will honor the voices who came before me—John, Yoko, and every prophet of love who has ever sung the truth into a deafened world.

What If We Tried Love?

“If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other.”

— Mother Teresa

I believe the path to peace is not paved with power or politics, but with presence.

It begins in the home. It begins in the heart.

It begins in how we speak to our children.

How we hold our grief.

How we honor each other’s becoming.

How we take responsibility for the war within us before trying to end the war around us.

We are not powerless. We are not too late.

We are not too broken.

If we can raise our frequency just enough to remember who we are…

God is not far away. God is not angry.

God is love.

God is peace.

God is light.

God is truth.

And truth, when spoken from the soul, sets fire to everything false.

So here I am—dreaming again.

But not alone.

And not in vain.

If you’ve read this far, maybe you, too, are a lightkeeper.

Maybe you, too, remember.

Maybe this is the beginning of something we can rise into, together.

“One love, one heart. Let’s get together and feel all right.”

— Bob Marley,

“One Love / People Get Ready”

With all my heart,

Anne Adkison

@vessella_wellness | www.atelierlao.com