Light that reaches you only because something stands in the way. Beauty created by obstruction, not absence. I’ve been thinking about that kind of light lately—the kind that doesn’t arrive freely or fully, the kind that has to pass through branches, through resistance, through layers of things that slow it down. Komorebi is the Japanese…
Tag: self journey
Peace That Stays
静けさ Shizukesa A stillness that carries weight. Silence that feels inhabited. There is a kind of silence that isn’t empty. It doesn’t rush to be filled. It doesn’t ask for music, conversation, or explanation. It simply stays. not empty—just quiet This is not the silence of being ignored or forgotten. It’s not the awkward pause…
Ma: Where Meaning Lives
There is a kind of meaning that doesn’t announce itself. It doesn’t arrive with answers or explanations. It waits in the pause. In Japanese thought, ma speaks to that space—the silence, the gap, the breath between moments. Not as emptiness. Not as absence. But as presence. A presence we often rush past because it doesn’t…
The Words We Never Hear
I came across a post recently—just a few lines my nephew wrote for his spouse on their anniversary. It wasn’t long. It wasn’t dramatic. But it stopped me. The kind of words that name partnership, gratitude, and choice so plainly that they settle deep before you realize what’s happening. I found myself tearing up, not…
Dear 2026
We’re stepping into you without a clean slate. We’re bringing unfinished conversations, tired hearts, quiet hopes, and lessons we didn’t ask to learn but learned anyway. Some of us are coming in stronger. Some softer. Some carrying grief so gently it almost looks like calm. Some still learning that healing doesn’t always need an explanation….
Subtle Strength
She is not loud, but she is deep… She is the kind of person who notices small things — not because life has been gentle with her, but because she learned early that meaning often hides in quiet places. She carries faith not as a performance, but as a compass. God is not a concept…
God Lives Where?
We grow up learning to call a building God’s house. We lower our voices when we walk in. We sit straighter. We try to behave a little better. And while reverence is good, sometimes the idea settles in too deeply—that God is somehow more present there than He is anywhere else. But Scripture tells a…
Don’t Throw It Away
If you are lucky enough to find love, remember that it is there. Hold it gently. Don’t throw it away. Love doesn’t usually arrive with certainty. It comes quietly. It settles into your life through small, ordinary moments—shared silence, familiar laughter, the comfort of being known without having to explain yourself. And because it arrives…
Finding Comfort in Familiar Things
There’s a certain comfort in the things that don’t change. The mug you always reach for without thinking. The chair that seems to know how you like to sit. The familiar sounds of a home that has heard your silence more than your words. “Familiar doesn’t mean boring. It means safe.” We often chase what’s…
Where Words Land
It’s a quiet ache many people carry but rarely talk about. You pour time, thought, and pieces of your heart into something you create — words, ideas, work that matters to you — and somehow, the people closest to your life are the last ones to notice. The last ones to read. The least likely…
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