06/02/2026
🌱Moments out.
Outside my therapy room window,
the little birds arrive and leave
without announcement.
They pause.
They hop.
They sit long enough
for the world to catch its breath.
Nothing asks them to be calmer,
or braver,
or anything other than
what they already are.
Watching them,
the body remembers something old and kind….that safety can be quiet,
that movement can be small,
that rest does not have to be earned.
Between stories held
and words carefully placed,
I let myself stand here,
not fixing, not listening for what comes next, just allowing this moment
to land.
The birds don’t stay.
They never do.
But the steadiness they offer lingers
a soft imprint that follows me back inside.
Sometimes,
this is enough.
LS©️
