I move through the day
with my headphones on—
not just for the music,
but for the remembering.
A wire,
a pulse,
a quiet line
that tethers me
to the hush on the other side.
I charge them every night—
because she might need
the warmth of soundless presence,
the kind that doesn’t reach in,
but wraps around.
She is hidden,
but not gone.
She is beneath
the hush of fabric and mercy,
where no eyes ****,
no explanations are required.
And I—
I go on,
lifting and lowering weight,
cutting silence with work,
holding space
for the one who is learning;
that Light can contain her
without devouring.
So I charge the headphones.
I keep the line open.
And I carry her
as lightly as I can,
because right now—
that is how
love breathes.
And underneath this blanket
of containment,
she is unfolding.
There is a safety here
that her spirit
so desperately needs..
As she learns how to Become,
again
and as I work, she is blissfully doodling,
on the other line with me
Immersed in the covering of safety
that only Light can bring
#Love
