#44, Grief Temple

My hands are raised because I see how much people have endured.
I see how fear teaches us to hide what is soft and true inside.
I see how roles, expectations, and inherited beliefs harden us until we forget ourselves.

I want to bring people home to themselves.
Not by fixing them, but by letting them rest.
By setting down titles, judgments, and the stories about who we’re supposed to be.

When all of that falls away, there is relief.
And in that quiet, honest place, something simple is revealed:
we are not broken, or sinful, or lacking.

What we’ve been searching for
has been here all along.