Living from the inside out  | Renee Renz
Choosing One Word to Guide Your Year: The Quiet Power of Intent

Sometimes the body and the soul both ask for something simpler than a list of resolutions.

In the quiet of midlife, after years of pushing, proving, and planning, many of us feel a deep weariness with long goal lists that never quite land in the heart. We sense a longing for something gentler, something that can travel with us through the seasons of grief, change, and renewal without demanding constant effort. One single word, held with care, can become that steady companion.

What if one word could hold more power than a page of intentions?

Most of us have written pages of intentions — beautiful, detailed visions for how we want the year to unfold. Yet so often those pages sit untouched, leaving us feeling further from ourselves rather than closer. There is a subtle but important difference between crafting an intention in the mind and choosing an intent that lives in the body and spirit.

An intention is often a thoughtful plan, a mental commitment we make. Intent, from a deeper perspective, is something more alive. It is the energetic direction we set with our whole being — a quiet agreement with life that shapes how we meet each day. When we stop forcing outcomes and begin listening instead, intent becomes a guiding force that moves through us rather than something we must constantly chase.

The Toltec path and the mastery of intent

The Toltec teachings speak of intent as one of the great masteries — not as rigid willpower, but as a living current that shapes our perception and our reality when we learn to align with it from a place of presence. It invites us to become conscious creators rather than unconscious reactors, choosing the quality of energy we bring into each moment.

I have been guided in this way for several years now through the work of HeatherAsh Amara and the Warrior Goddess Training Circle, which I am now in my sixth year of walking. These teachings have gently reminded me again and again that true power does not come from pushing harder. It comes from clearing what no longer serves and allowing intent to move through a more open, authentic self. This path has taught me to listen more deeply to the quiet voice within and to trust that when I set an intent with presence, life begins to organize around it in ways I could never force on my own.

My own journey into the word “Radiate”

This year my word is Radiate. I am done with playing small. The transformation from caterpillar to butterfly has not been gentle or linear. The mush came after the death of my son. That loss stopped me in my tracks in the most complete way possible. Everything I thought I knew about who I was, what I could handle, and how life was supposed to unfold dissolved in that space.

Yet even in the darkest part of the cocoon, I was not alone. The community around me — women walking their own paths of grief, healing, and reclamation — held space while I moved through the deep cleaning and clearing of old stories, beliefs, and roles that no longer fit. Last year I finally emerged, but I was still tender, wings still drying, not yet ready to fly. This year feels different. The time has come to stretch, to lift, and to let my light move outward instead of staying curled inward for protection.

Radiate feels like the truest word for where I stand now. It is not about performing or shining for others. It is about allowing what has been quietly growing within me to move freely into the world — steady, warm, and unapologetic.

Creating a scent that carries the feeling

After two decades walking with essential oils as faithful companions, something in me felt ready for a new chapter. Scent has always been one of my most trusted allies in remembering who I am. Aromas have a way of slipping past the thinking mind and speaking directly to the body and heart.

When I sit with the blend I created to support this year’s intent, something shifts. The fragrance grounds me in the feeling of Radiate and gently pulls my light to shine from within me rather than waiting for permission or perfect conditions. Creating this custom blend was an act of listening. I wanted something that could evoke the sensation of warmth spreading outward, of presence that is both rooted and expansive.

Each time I inhale it, I am reminded that my word is not something I need to achieve. It is something I can allow to move through me — moment by moment, breath by breath. Scent becomes a living bridge between the inner world of intent and the outer expression of daily life.

Letting your word live in small, daily ways

Choosing one word is only the beginning. The real practice is letting it live in the small, ordinary moments that make up a life. Some mornings I simply pause before rising and whisper the word to myself, feeling where it lands in my body. Other days it shows up in the way I choose to move, speak, or rest. There is no scorecard, no perfect way to do it. The word becomes a gentle companion that invites me to notice when I am contracting and when I am opening.

You might place your word where you will see it each day — on a small card by your bed, as a reminder on your phone, or whispered during a quiet breath practice. You could light a candle and speak it aloud at the start or close of the day. Or simply return to it when you feel yourself shrinking back into old patterns. The power lives in the returning, not in never forgetting. Over time, the word begins to shape how you meet difficulty, how you celebrate small joys, and how you allow yourself to take up space without apology.

Trust that your body already knows how to work with this. When the word feels distant, come back to presence. Place a hand on your heart or your belly. Breathe. Ask what this word wants to express through you today. Sometimes the answer is rest. Sometimes it is reaching out. Sometimes it is simply standing in the light and letting yourself be seen.

Healing moves in seasons, and so does the unfolding of a single word. What begins as a quiet choice may look and feel entirely different as the seasons turn. That is not failure. That is the living nature of intent.

If choosing a word has stirred something in you, and if a scent companion feels like a gentle way to anchor it in your body, you are warmly invited to explore a space created for exactly this kind of support.

Read my Young Living Journey here

May your word find you gently. May it walk with you through every season of tenderness and strength. And may you remember, again and again, that you are already radiating more light than you know.


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Meet Renee Renz

 
For years my body held chronic illness and migraines so fierce they dimmed the world around me. Days blurred into exhaustion. Answers felt distant. Effort after effort left me more disconnected than before.

Then came quiet guides — not loud solutions, but voices that met me in the stillness and showed me another way:

HeatherAsh Amara taught me to soften into my own strength, to reclaim the feminine wisdom that had been waiting beneath the striving.  
Michael A. Singer invited me to witness thoughts and emotions without needing to fight or fix them — simply to let them pass through.  
Dr. Natasha Campbell-McBride mapped the path back through nourishment, revealing how deeply the gut speaks to mood, immunity, and inner calm.  
Deanna Hansen, through Block Therapy, showed me how to release what the body had stored in its tissues — fascia restrictions, old bracing, frozen grief — using breath, gentle pressure, and presence until space opened again.  
And Mother Nature, the most patient teacher of all, reminded me that healing follows rhythms: seasons turn slowly, roots deepen before branches reach, nothing is forced.

These five became my compass.  
Not a protocol to follow rigidly,  
but doorways back to listening.

Today I walk beside midlife women who feel the same quiet ache — perhaps moving through menopause’s shifting tides, carrying autoimmune patterns, grieving losses that words can’t fully hold, or simply longing to feel joy and vitality return to their days.

I offer no quick fixes.  
Only a gentler path:  
daily practices that honor body wisdom,  
attention to the gut-brain conversation,  
space to release what’s been held too long,  
and trust in the natural cycles that already know how to heal.

If your body has been whispering — even faintly — that there is a slower, kinder way home,  
I would be honored to listen alongside you.

Whenever you feel ready  

You were never meant to walk this alone.



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