A Journey Through The Fragments
There is a moment, after the fire,
when the air hangs heavy.
Not peaceful —
just empty.
The storm has passed.
The rebellion has spoken.
And you are still here.
Frayed.
But still breathing.
This is where the Weaver enters.
A hush.
A thread waiting.
Not to fix.
Not to return to how it was.
But to begin again with what remains.
To gather the pieces
others deemed too broken,
and say: This too belongs.
“To gather the pieces
others deemed too broken,
and say: This too belongs.“
I thought healing would mean feeling whole.
But it meant learning to live
in holy fragments.
To thread gold through the cracks.
To sew softness into the scar.
The Weaver is not afraid of your mess.
She carries thread, not shame.
She understands:
you can be undone and becoming.
You can be scattered and sacred.
This is the work now:
Not to be perfect.
But to be present
to every part of yourself
that made it through.
Reflection Prompt
What tender pieces rest in your palms right now?
What would it mean to weave them into something new?
In Tenderness
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