a slice of now.

There is no poem in my heart today, only a deep recognition of my growth and my humanity.

I realized today that I have reached a place in my life where I can sit with sorrow, grief and “imperfection” without looking away or trying to fix it.

Not every day, perhaps, but often.

I realize the gift in simply saying:

“I see you.”
“I hear you.”
“I love you.”

I am proud of the woman I am becoming and the depth and strength that have been slowly growing within me. That’s enough.