Still Coming Home: A Quiet Journey of Healing and Breath
For my mother, whose kindness still teaches me how to breathe.
Her Gentle Voice
Even after she was gone, I still heard her voice; that soft instructions she gave me all my life: “Eat well. Sleep Early. Don’t get angry. Slow down.”
When I found myself walking too fast, I could almost feel her hand on my arm, reminding me to breathe.
Kindness was her way of being, reminding me of her ever soft instructions, which were her quiet rebellion against a hurried world.
I’m only now beginning to understand the depth of her wisdom.
Pause and breathe; what stirred within you?
Notes / What I Felt:
Her voice follows me.
Gentleness is stronger than I thought.
I carry her lessons forward.
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