A gentle return to self, after the stirrings of truth After the tremble.After the hush.After the voice that almost believed itself —there comes this:A soft gathering.Not a resolution.Not a triumph.But a laying down of all the truths we’ve carried this week.What a thing it is, to meet yourself after the echo.To say, quietly: I’m stillContinueContinue reading “Part Two: The Soft Gathering”
