Today, let the descending spiral of this week lead you home, to your own tender heart.
Trace the pathway that has brought you here — trace it with your fingertip, on the palm of your hand.
Monday’s promise, unfurling light.
Tuesday’s thunder shower, erasing the sky.
Wednesday’s pivot, your heel at the summit — breath and courage.
Thursday’s swift glide.
Friday’s stumbling descent, a ragged completion.
Saturday — clear sleep and muddy play, a raucous market.
And today. Sunday.
Let your fingertip rest in the palm of your hand.
This stillness. This pause at the heart.
This listening. This pulse.
Tomorrow’s heartbeat lub-dubbing in your ear.
Bless the path you’ve shaped with your becoming.
Bless yourself, arriving.