Every step heals a quiet part of me.
It took courage to rise and begin rebuilding, and it took the steady presence of my confidants, their faith, their encouragement to keep me moving when I could not see the way ahead.
For a long time, I overlooked the fierce strength they were pouring into me, brushing it aside because I could not find a reason to stand up again. They gently reminded me that the reason was never for anyone else; it was for myself. I did not fully understand the depth of those words then, but I carry their meaning now.
With reflection and silent gratitude, I began to untangle the knots of my setbacks. I returned to Mother Earth through the anklets, the ghungroo, whose rhythm steadies my breath, heals what was shaken, and slowly shapes a renewed self with every sound.
They say I don’t owe them anything.
What they may never fully realize is how deeply their presence has shaped me.
There is something rare about the way they hold space, grounding without dimming, steadying without restraining, allowing me to shine while gently reminding me where my roots are. In a world that often feels hurried and transactional, that kind of quiet strength is uncommon.
I may not always see what happens behind the scenes, but I know enough to understand that much is done without announcement, without expectation, simply so the show goes on, so the moment feels effortless, so I can stand a little taller.
This is my quiet acknowledgment; humble, sincere, and deeply grateful for all that is done, seen and unseen. (xoxo)∞
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