Still Coming Home: A Quiet Journey of Healing and Breath
For my mother, whose kindness still teaches me how to breathe.
Chapter 10
A Quiet Kind of Continuation
There came a morning when I caught myself smiling, a real one, unexpected.
The ache was still there, but lighter somehow, threaded with gratitude.
I realized grief hadn’t ended; it had transformed into a gentler love, one that breathes with me every day.
Pause and breathe; what stirred within you?
Notes / What I Felt:
Love changed form.
Grief softened.
Breath carries both forward.
And so, the first chapter of healing began to breathe on its own…
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