I came across a tree split clean down the middle by lightning. And yet, both halves stood tall, still rooted, still reaching. Scars didn’t stop it from growing—they became part of its shape. I touched the bark and whispered thanks. For surviving. For reminding me I can too.

I taste starlight honey dripping between your broken syllables.

Always up for a challenge and motivated to find solutions that create value.

True words, peace spilling like soft water.

Adding this vibe to my prayer list ��