“I stand alone, but not in sorrow…”
Today’s message is not a message, exactly.
It’s a breath.
A hush.
A sacred shrinking into true.
This poem arrived quietly, like most of the truest things in life.
Not with fanfare, not with certainty — but with stillness.
And this image — a simple blue form — is what showed up on the canvas when I stopped trying to be anyone…