🕯 Solstice Blessings

May these words find you

just when you need them most—

not a moment sooner,

not a breath too late.

May they arrive like a hush

in the center of the noise,

a river beneath the skin,

a door in a wall you forgot was yours.

May something unnamed stir in you.

May the ache beneath your armor

lean forward and listen.

May the pages remind you

of a song you once knew

but thought you’d forgotten.

May the part of you

that almost gave up

feel seen,

held,

welcomed home.

And when you close this book—

may it not be the end,

but the beginning

of your return

to yourself.

I don’t know your name yet,

but I already know your light.

You found these words

because a part of you

is still becoming.

I’ll meet you there—

where becoming begins again.