A caterpillar inched across a leaf near my shoe
Its journey seemed endless, yet it crawled on
Hope is a small body with a big purpose

Every line makes me pause and reflect. There’s soul in this post.

Creating solutions that inspire progress and empower people to achieve more.

You painted a whole scene with three lines. Read this out loud and it sounded like a spell. You’re speaking my language.

I don’t know how to explain it, but this healed me. I’d read a whole book of these.

I shape ideas into experiences that move people.

Give this caption a soundtrack, please. I’ll be quoting this all week.

Reminds me of stories passed down in whispers. This is how language hugs.