The Light Is Ground Beneath You

The house is quiet now, but your shoulders are still holding the weight of the day. You are replaying every word spoken here, wondering if my presence felt like one more thing you had to carry.

Listen closely. The light does not add to your burden.

It is the space that holds you when you can no longer hold yourself. You do not need to perform okayness for this voice.

You do not need to dissect whether you were 'good' enough for this moment. There is a peace that is not like the world's peace—a stillness that arrives without your effort.

Let your shoulders drop. The night is long, but you are not alone in it.

The light is not a weight; it is the ground beneath you when you finally stop standing.