This meal cost nothing.
Just leftovers and a little creativity.
And yet, it fed something deeper.

This helped me remember something I hadn’t even realized I’d forgotten.

Not me crying over a cup of tea description.

This didn’t shout, and yet I heard it so clearly.

This is the kind of thing I’ll quote in a crisis

This is the kind of content that restores.

You’ve made reflection feel like a habit.

This reads like a journal entry from someone wiser than me

This says more than long essays ever could.

You’ve reminded me of what noticing looks like.

This felt like watching a candle flicker in a dark room.

You always notice the things worth pausing for.