Torn between what you love and what you lost

There are moments in life when your heart feels like it’s standing at a crossroads—one road paved with what you once held dear, the other calling you toward something new, unknown, yet quietly persistent. And in between those two paths lives the ache of being torn—between what you love, and what you’ve lost.

Lily, the heart of The Way Finds You, knows this space well. She arrives on Martha’s Mountain not in search of a grand adventure, but because her world has come undone. The love she had—the life she’d built—had slipped from her grasp, leaving behind echoes and emptiness. And yet, nestled in the ache of that loss was something else entirely.

A quiet beginning.

A whisper of new life.

A way that finds you, even when you think you’re lost.

It’s a tender kind of heartbreak—to love something so deeply, and to lose it anyway. To look back with longing even as something ahead tugs gently at your sleeve. Sometimes it feels like betrayal to step forward. Like disloyalty to grow in a different direction than the one you’d imagined.

But healing doesn’t mean forgetting.

And moving on doesn’t mean giving up.

What The Way Finds You gently reveals is this: love doesn’t always arrive in the way you expect. Sometimes, it lives in the softness of new friendships. In the warmth of a town that remembers your name. In a child’s laughter echoing down a gravel path. Sometimes, it shows up in you—sturdier than you thought, kinder than you were taught to be to yourself.

When you’re torn between what you love and what you lost, know this:

You are not broken.

You are being remade. 

What you carry has not weakened you — it has deepened you. 

Let the loss honor what mattered. Let the love guide you forward. You don’t have to choose between the two—because often, they walk together. The life ahead doesn't cancel out the life before. It simply makes room for you to become whole again.

So, if you're standing in that in-between space right now, may you find comfort in knowing you are not alone. There is a soft courage in the ache, and a kind of grace in the letting go.

And the way?

It will find you.

Just like it found Lily.

With love and warmth

Lucy