Healing a Burned Soul

I felt a pull. A pull to tradition. A pull to recenter. A pull to come back to the basics. So tonight, I went to church for Ash Wednesday. A simple worship, sermon, ashes, and communion. Nothing crazy, nothing wild. Just traditional. Chills went through my spine when the Reverend touched my forehead and said the words, “You are dust, and to dust you will return.” I felt that truth deep in my bones. Not in a heavy way. Not in a hopeless way. But in a grounding way. A humbling

There is a sacred hush when the needle touches the groove, and the past rises, soft and insistent, into the room we occupy yet also beyond it. A song begins, and suddenly we are elsewhere—in a moment that existed decades ago, carried by a voice, a melody, a heartbeat. These moments are more than memory; they are a reality that stretches beyond where we are right now, a connection deeper than the daily rush, a pulse that holds us together, a quiet community drawing near throug

There is something sacred about a voice. Not the polished kind that fills auditoriums. Not the kind that trends or echoes across platforms or becomes a faded audio file. But the trembling, ordinary, human voice—the one that cracks when it tells the truth. The one that whispers and yells. The one that changes in the moment. Your voice carries more power than you think. Every word you speak carries power—more than you may ever realize. Every whisper, every pause, every tremblin