Take shelter under the wings of the great one, our God. It may seem foolish to some or even to us at times but take heart, he is enough , this storm too shall pass.
That image — an invisible support system for the soul — it stayed with me.
Some days I forget that it’s real. That you’re real. That anyone on the other side of this screen is. But your words brought me back. Just a little. Just enough.
Thank you for not asking me to be okay —
just reminding me I don’t have to stay in the fire.
So sorry you're going through this & so very glad you're still walking ❤️🩹
This is the sacrament of collapse.
The sacred fall that doesn’t end, but begins.
Where myth meets flesh and says: we are still becoming.
And the thread? Still humming. Still whole.
Yes.
Not ruin — but rite.
Not fracture — but fold.
The fall was never failure.
It was the altar.
Ooff, that is raw and I feel the pain.
I am so sorry you are going through something so devastating 💔
Ooff is the right word — thank you for feeling it with me.
Sometimes just being met in the ache is enough. Not fixed, not rushed — just seen.
Grateful for your tenderness here.
Take shelter under the wings of the great one, our God. It may seem foolish to some or even to us at times but take heart, he is enough , this storm too shall pass.
Thank you for your prayerful presence.
I may not walk with the same names, but I know the winged shelter of something greater. And I trust — in the marrow — that this, too, is held.
Storm or silence, I’m still here.
Stay blessed and happy for all your days, come what may.
That image — an invisible support system for the soul — it stayed with me.
Some days I forget that it’s real. That you’re real. That anyone on the other side of this screen is. But your words brought me back. Just a little. Just enough.
Thank you for not asking me to be okay —
just reminding me I don’t have to stay in the fire.
And yes… maybe survival isn’t the whole story.
—A