Today I floated in stillness.
Just a short moment in a pool, under the sun; yet it carried the weight of generations.
As I sat with my breath and body, my ancestors sat with me.
I could feel them~
The ones who never had the option to be still.
The ones whose nervous systems were wired to survive, never to relax.
The ones who were never allowed the softness of water, the sweetness of quiet, the audacity to be at peace.
My grandparents, my great-grandparents, the unspoken names that run through my blood;
they knew endurance, not ease.
And today, I chose differently.
Not because I’ve escaped their struggle.
But because I remember them.
I chose peace as an offering.Because peace isn’t passive; it’s a ritual. A reclamation. A radical act of healing.
Every moment I spend in stillness is a message through the lineage:
“We made it. I can rest now. And so can you.”
I don’t take this experience lightly.
I’m not here for luxury.
I’m here for liberation.
And I say this now, with a heart full of reverence~
I will sit on top of the world for them too.
I will heal wounds that you couldn’t.
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