Bravely shimmers through me, not to be known, but to remind you ~ love is always here. It’s quite refreshing, really—because for the longest time, I have been trying to blog Bravely into something it was never meant to be. Maybe you feel it too. The way the online space has thrown a shroud over our shining words.
Bravely is here for us, like a whisper we didn’t realize we were waiting to hear. And oh, dear reader, what began as a whisper in the dark, is transforming into something else entirely.
The tight grip on my mind, the urge to make sense of the things we are never meant to hold, it’s softening.
A crystalline song ripples: “When the story tightens, may you remember the bloom”.
Because our words, the ones’s we’ve been penning in secret (or posting online), want to mingle in the open space.
Bravely is here, a nestle in the embrace of a mother’s love.
Because sometimes we just need to know ~ we are held, and we are loved.