Your toes have begun to curl.Bending and clenching downward, drawing in, holding themselves in a tightened grip they will not quite release.At the very front of your feet, where you meet the ground and step into what is ahead, something… Read More ›
Somewhere within you, a channel has formed where none was meant to be.A small passage, opening quietly between two places that were never meant to join.Where there should have been a boundary, a way through appeared instead. Your body found… Read More ›
You can forgive almost anyone.You understand their pain,you see the reasons behind what they did,you offer them grace, again and again.And yet, when it comes to yourself,there is no such mercy.You hold your own mistakesclose and unforgiven, sometimes for years…. Read More ›
Here and there upon your skin, small soft growths have appeared.At the folds and the creases, where skin meets skin, in the gentle places of friction and touch.They are harmless, these little tags, and yet they gather quietly, little excesses… Read More ›
Your mind feels foggy.The clear knowing you usually trustseems just out of reach.You cannot quite think straight,cannot quite feel what is true,as though a soft mist has settledbetween you and your own inner sight. You are not losing your edge.You… Read More ›
There is a trouble in your mouth that keeps returning.An ache, an inflammation, a tenderness in the gums, a weakening of the teeth that will not fully settle.You have tended it, again and again, and still it comes back, this… Read More ›
Your eyelids have begun to lower.A gentle heaviness at the edges, a softening downward, a quiet drawing of the veils over your eyes.They grow tired more easily now, these delicate curtains, and they long, it seems, to close and to… Read More ›
You are good at something.Perhaps very good.And yet, whenever it comes up,you brush it aside.Oh, it’s nothing.Anyone could do it.You shrink the gift before anyone else can,so you will never be seen as full of yourself. You are not insecure,… Read More ›
Upon your skin, marks have gathered over time.Waxy, raised, layered, as though something has settled softly onto the surface and stayed.They arrive with the passing of the years, these gentle accumulations, appearing quietly where once the skin was clear. Your… Read More ›
Something feels dimmed.The spark you used to carry,the sense of wonder, the aliveness,the quiet connection to something greater,all of it feels far away.Not quite sadness.More like a light that has gone soft and still. You are not broken.You have not… Read More ›