Welcome to the home of 'Thought's of a lightworker'
This space is a mirror, a threshold, a home.
I'm Rhianna - Writer, guide, soul-weaver and voice behind Thoughts of a lightworker.
This space is here to hold you while you remember who you are and why you chose to incarnate now.
Whether you've walked through awakening, illness, heartbreak or homecoming - know, you're not broken. You're becoming.
Why I write
by Rhianna
I don’t write to perform.
I write because I feel.
The things I share aren’t theories or borrowed truths — they’re lived moments. Soul lessons. Conversations with friends, clients, strangers. They come from late-night voice notes and those quiet pauses in life when something just clicks.
I’ve found myself repeating the same stories, the same truths, again and again — and the response is always the same: “Wow.” That resonance has become my compass.
I used to say I was a communicator. But really? I’m an observer. I watch. I feel. I want to know. All of it. Every side. Every angle. My Libra sun won’t let me rest until I’ve held every possibility in both hands, weighed them with fairness, and found the thread of justice that runs through it all. (Injustice has always been my biggest trigger.)
My Virgo moon gives me clarity and a deep yearning for balance — not just externally, but within.
And my Cancer rising? That’s why people say I feel like a soft landing. Relatable. Gentle. Safe. That’s why these words don’t just speak — they hold.
I write because I’ve lived.
Because I’ve seen the dark and chosen the light.
Because I’ve healed things I once thought were unhealable, and I know others can too.
But I also write because it heals me.
Each blog is a mirror. A quiet moment of truth.
A place where I learn, reflect, and let go.
This space is for the real ones.
The feelers. The deep thinkers. The ones who’ve carried too much but still walk with grace.
If something in my writing makes you exhale, or cry, or whisper “I thought it was just me” — then know:
you’ve found your corner of the internet.
Welcome to the realm.
Let’s remember together.
These words aren't just reflections. They're transmissions - drawn from real moments, quiet awakenings, and the inbetween spaces we often overlook
This is where I gather them.
Scroll gently. Recieve what's meant for you.
