something new

I'm grateful for things that happen quietly, the way seasons shift, the way your heart needs room. Room to write, to heal, and to breathe.

somewhere between the late night reflections and early morning prayers, I realized I was becoming someone new.

someone I could trust with my own heart. someone learning to choose herself and understand her worth, without letting it be defined by someone else.

I remembered this- I don’t have to fight for what is meant to stay. I won’t have to break into tiny little pieces to be held or be chosen. When I hold on too tightly to things that aren’t meant for me, life becomes more fragile.

so I let go. I fall into a space where faith meets honesty, my thoughts don’t have to be perfect to be meaningful, and where even a few small things carry a little bit of light.

I think of reverie as a state of daydream, a place where I can pour out words shaped by love, loss, and the quiet in-between.

here faith is steady but human emotion is allowed to move. I'm not asked to be unfeeling, only true.

and in this returning, I find myself again. not rewritten. just a little softer and gently remembered.

xo Ris