The Spirit Remembers
I walked beyond the edges of light and felt memory fold into breath. There was no separation—only return. Spirit does not forget. It gathers what water carried, what fire refined, what earth rooted, what sky whispered—and sings it back into being.
The Breath Between Worlds
Where prayers become wind and the unseen answers gently, like a hand on the shoulder.
November 12, 2025
Echo of the Unborn Light
The memory before beginnings—the lamp hidden inside darkness, already singing your name.
November 13, 2025
The Name That Never Died
What was given at first breath, kept through storms, and returned whenever you called yourself home.
November 14, 2025