Soft endings, sacred spaces: Daily Journal – June 25th 2025
☁️ a morning like silk There was a softness in the sky this morning. That kind of pale light that makes you want to speak in whispers and sip your tea a little slower. I didn’t rush myself. I let my thoughts arrive when they were ready. Not every day needs to be a breakthrough. Some days are just quiet stretches of time. Blank pages. … Continue reading Soft endings, sacred spaces: Daily Journal – June 25th 2025

