Healing is not a straight line, it is a slow return. Some days my body remembers what my heart has tried to forget. But even in the ache, there is a way back.

I step outside, let the wind touch my skin, let the earth steady my feet. I breathe in a prayer, breathe out what I no longer need. With every inhale, I feel God draw near to me. With every exhale, I come home, to Him, and to myself.

Peace meets me here, in His presence, in breath, in the sacred rhythm of being held and made whole.  – denise marie 

“So if the son sets you free, you will be free indeed”. – John 8:36