A Gentle Holding of the Day
May this day meet you with quiet mercies.
May the light that slips through the trees remind you that clarity often comes gently, not all at once.
May your heart be given the space to breathe—not to perform, not to prove, but simply to be held.
May the weight you carry be acknowledged without judgment, and may some thread of peace find its way through the tangled places within you.
May you be surprised by beauty in a small, unnoticed thing—a bird’s brief flight, the scent of bread, the soft warmth of your own hand.
And when your strength feels thin, may you remember that grace is not earned by endurance.
It is found, again and again, in the stillness that waits beneath all striving.
May you feel yourself companioned, even in silence.
And may something in today remind you—you are part of a deeper rhythm that has not forgotten you.
