@fotograaghanneke
"Where I Open, Light Enters"
There is a moment where I stop bracing and start opening.
Not because the world became safe, but because my heart refused to close any longer.
I step into the red forest carrying everything I have lived through and still I lift my arms. Not in surrender, but in willingness. To receive. To feel. To remain human.
The light does not come from outside alone. It answers something that was already glowing quietly inside me. Every falling leaf is a memory. Every spark in the air is a breath returned.
This is what healing looks like for me not forgetting, not erasing but standing fully present and letting warmth reach the places that once froze.
Opening is my courage.
Softness is my strength.
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