Resurrection

Sometimes, the greatest miracle doesn't come with fanfare.It arrives in the silence between two deep breaths. It comes when we allow ourselves to be fragile. To break. And then — to put ourselves back together. More real. More luminous.

Resurrection is not just a moment —it is a path. A path back to ourselves. A path through the shadows, through doubt, through weariness. Until we meet the light again. A light that never truly left us — we had simply forgotten it.

Today is a day for remembrance. For acceptance. For a new beginning. For that fragile “yes” we whisper to life, even when we are afraid. For the birth of silence within us — a silence that does not beg, does not seek — it simply is.

May every wound become a window. May every tear water something new. May today be your resurrection —no matter where you are on the path.