01/30/2026
Lately I’ve been moving with a quiet ache.
I’ve been sitting with fear around what’s happening in the world lately.
Constant reports of tragedy.
Stories of harm.
So much suffering layered on top of already tender lives.
And I notice the part of me that wants to shrink.
To stay inside my small, safe world.
To light a candle, roll out my mat, and pretend the wider world isn’t breaking open.
But pretending doesn’t bring peace.
Turning away doesn’t create safety.
The image I’m holding today says:
“The strongest souls are forged in moments that felt impossible to survive.”
I don’t believe strength means being unbothered.
I don’t believe it means pushing through or hardening our hearts.
I believe strength looks like staying tender.
Like letting ourselves feel grief, anger, and love all at once.
Like choosing to care even when it hurts.
I believe strength is remembering that we belong to each other.
We are not meant to do this alone.
We are stronger together.
We heal in community.
We protect each other with our presence, our voices, and our care.
If you’re feeling scared… you’re not weak.
If you’re overwhelmed… you’re not failing.
If you’re tired… you’re human.
May we keep choosing connection over collapse.
May we keep choosing love, even now.
Rooting into community.
Returning to presence. 🤍