I am alive, and that is my beginning. I have loved, even when it broke me open... I will love again. I forgive what scorched me, not because it was right, but because I will not carry the fire that burned me. I apologize for where my silence wounded, for the hands I did not hold, for the words I never found. I am learning. And I give thanks, not for the thunder, but for the soft ground that remained beneath it. I am not here to be perfect. I am here to be real. To rise humbly, to fall with grace, to begin again, as many times as it takes. Read me when you forget. Repeat me when you’re afraid. Whisper me until you remember... you are already enough.
