A Blessing for When the World Grows Heavy

Dear Friend,

May you never grow numb to beauty, even in a world that aches.

May your heart remain soft enough to weep for what is broken, yet strong enough to keep loving anyway.

When the weight of sorrow presses close, may you find a quiet space where your soul can breathe again.

May small joys rise to meet you—unlooked for, but deeply needed—and remind you that goodness still flows through this world like an underground spring.

May you not carry the pain of the world alone, but remember that even your quiet presence is part of the healing.

And when despair tries to close your spirit, may a single moment of tenderness open it wide again to the sacred gift of being here, alive, and capable of love.

I love You,
Alma