WHEN LOSS ARRIVED …again :(

Still Coming Home: A Quiet Journey of Healing and Breath

For my mother, whose kindness still teaches me how to breathe.

WHEN LOSS ARRIVED - again 

Just as I began to find my rhythm, life shifted again.  

Loss doesn’t ask for permission; it arrives uninvited, rearranging everything.  

As the new year (2025) began, my world went silent in a different way.  My mom passed away. 

The practice that had once brought me peace now became my only language for survival; breath in, breath out, one day at a time.

Pause and breathe; what stirred within you?

Notes / What I Felt:

Grief arrived like a storm.

Breath became my lifeline.

I was learning to carry both sorrow and love.