Coming Home to My Power

I walked through silence,through storms that spoke in whispers,learning that power isn’t loud,it hums softly beneath the ribs,where truth and peace entwine. I have been broken open,not to be shattered,but to see the light that waitedbeneath my own skin,patient, kind, and knowing. I’ve met my shadows,not as enemies,but as teacherswho showed me the way backtoContinue reading “Coming Home to My Power”

Memories

As I begin the process of moving out, a quiet storm of memories gently stirs within me. Each item I pack, each drawer I open, brings forth fragments of moments once lived — laughter echoing in the corners of rooms, silent tears shed behind closed doors, the scent of familiar comfort. This isn’t just aContinue reading “Memories”