Just finished a hearty bowl of spicy ramen on this rainy day. The warm broth is the perfect comfort food to cozy up with.

Respect the way you handled that thought.

If grace had a landscape, it might look like this.

If healing had a shape, it might look like this light.

This view lets you be both whole and unfinished.

The light doesn’t just land—it lingers.

The beauty here doesn’t shout—it breathes.

Stillness doesn’t fill the silence—it becomes it.

Stillness that says: it’s okay not to know.

There’s nothing lacking here—not even you.

This feels like a conversation I didn’t know I needed to have.