I Am Still Becoming

A woman in a yellow sweater sits peacefully on a bench beside blooming yellow jessamines at dawn, gazing down a quiet path toward the sunrise.

What if the real beauty is not in what’s finished—but in the fact that you are still becoming?

The Grace to Begin Again

Sunlight breaking through thick overcast skies, casting rays of hope through the clouds

Grace doesn’t wait until you’re ready. It moves when you do—even if you’re trembling.”