It feels like a poem that chooses presence over performance. The restraint is what makes it ache, the way it honors both communion and solitude without ranking either. Grace here is small, unspeaking, and therefore believable. It leaves you quieter than you were, which feels like its truest gift. Beautiful 👏👏👏
Sending peace and love, Brenda. 🤍🤍
It feels like a poem that chooses presence over performance. The restraint is what makes it ache, the way it honors both communion and solitude without ranking either. Grace here is small, unspeaking, and therefore believable. It leaves you quieter than you were, which feels like its truest gift. Beautiful 👏👏👏
Thank you… 💞
You’re welcome ☺️
So beautiful🤍🤍🤍
I'll keep your words in my heart for long ✨✨🕊️
Merry this moment...
And ths next one...
and the next...
🌸
Thank you. Wishing you joyful festivities. 🤍🤍🤍
Thank you for the restack. ❤️