Raindom Thoughts

What is it costing us ? To keep standing guard there. And when we look at everything around us that only keeps running because we stay small. Our job. Our family’s expectations. A whole economy built on us never asking for enough. Where is the one door in that structure that was never actually locked ?

Because feeding a child is love. It is. And I don’t ever want to diminish the sacrifice it takes to do it well. And consistently. And without complaint. But standing there, I found myself wondering how many of us grew up believing that a full refrigerator meant we were fully loved. That if the lights stayed on and the plates stayed full, nothing else could possibly be missing. When the truth, the harder truth, is that food is only the floor. It is the first rung on a much tal

I remember the first time I felt it. Not sadness exactly. Something heavier. A dark cloud that didn’t hover above me, it moved inside me. Into my chest. Into my limbs. I woke up one morning and my body felt like it was made of something ancient and dense, like it had been carrying a weight for a thousand years without my permission. I remember lying there thinking, is this what depression feels like? And in that stillness, something unexpected happened. I didn’t panic. I didn

They borrowed our faces, our elders, our wisdom. And sold it back to us. Pay attention.

Your divinity is not something you earn. It is something you remember. Whatever your belief, morning is coming.