The Quiet Parts Can Teach Us To Love Ourselves More Honestly

Close your eyes.

Let the weight of the day slip from your shoulders.

Let the silence gather around you like mist,

The kind that hangs low in moonlit fields,

Quiet,

Silver and sacred.

Breathe in slowly,

And out even slower.

Now imagine you are standing in the night.

Not a night that frightens,

But one that cradles.

The stars are far but not cold.

The sky is deep but not empty.

You are safe here.

There are no answers to chase,

No light to force.

Only this moment and your breath,

And the invitation to soften.

In this darkness,

You are not lost.

You are being wrapped,

Not broken but cocooned.

Let the shadows speak.

They are the parts of you that once went unheard,

And now simply ask to be met with gentleness.

You are not here to be perfect.

You are here to be whole.

So,

Tonight,

Whisper to your wounds,

I see you.

Let your breath carry this knowing through your body that sometimes the dark parts are not the end,

They are the beginning.

They are the mirror that shows us who we've always been,

And how deeply we are worthy of our own love.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Stay here for as long as you need,

In softness,

In slowness,

In the gentle truth that even in the dark,

You are not alone.