Unraveling the Cycles
Disclaimer: This is my personal story. It may make you uncomfortable. There’s a whisper that comes from Spirit when something long buried begins to stir. It doesn’t shout. It nudges. It brushes against the heart like wind through tall grass, asking you to pause, to feel, to look back with softer eyes. Lately, I’ve been feeling that whisper more clearly, as if my soul is finally ready to unravel some of the threads I’ve kept tightly wound in the shadows.