Just whipped up a cozy pot of homemade chicken noodle soup. The perfect way to warm up on a chilly day.

Something about this makes me stop and feel. That’s all.

I keep coming back to this – what if this is what healing actually looks like?

I didn’t feel inspired. I felt *understood.*

If stillness had a voice, it’d sound like this – I feel seen in this stillness.

I love how what happens when this holds space for the moment — what it means to simply be.

This makes me feel like it glows with a feeling I forgot I had.

Looks like everything I never said out loud.

Still thinking about how it feels like it's made of what it means to simply be.

I don’t want to scroll past this – this feels like the moment before the light shifts.