Some days, the sadness comes like a slow tide. Nothing is wrong, yet everything feels heavy. A weight pressing against my ribs, an ache in my bones that has no name. I have so much to do yet motivation feels distant, like trying to grasp mist with my hands.
I've woken up, and the world feels distant.
The things that usually bring me joy seem dulled, the fire inside flickers low. I've played with my littlest loves, spoken to my daughters and yet the hardest part for me I suppose—it’s that this feeling is invisible. There’s no clear reason, no wound to point at, just a quiet, lingering lowness of spirit.
I know intellectually that this is just part of the ebb and flow of being human. The soul asking for stillness, for softness. A reminder to pause, to listen, to let the feelings move through me rather than pushing them away.
So today, I’m being gentle with myself. Doors open wide out to the sun, sipping tea slowly from one of my grandmother's china teacups, and letting the world move at its own pace.
Because I know this won’t last forever.
It never does.
Know too, that you are not alone when inevitably you feel as I do.
The soul has its seasons, just as the Earth does. Some days are blooming with light, others ask for stillness, for surrender. And maybe, just maybe, these days of inner sadness are the soul’s way of whispering:
"Come closer. Be gentle. Rest here for a while."
Know that you are not broken. You are becoming.
𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠, 𝑡𝑜𝑜, 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠.
Wyld Blessings
Trace xXx
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