there are some moments where we know we are not alone. where we are surrounded by others, yet not fully revealing our stories. it may not be safe. sometimes it's far from safe. sometimes we know that our story will cause another distress or pain, and so we hold it in, holding our breath along with our truths and we become so caught being silent.
recently a friend shared part of her story with miscarriage. there are so many who do share. many more who are quietly suffering. that longing and pain on the continual ebb and flow... may you know spaces of safety that allow you to share your truth. your light. your presence.