Sometimes the most divine thing you can do is pause.
Not to fix, not to rise, but to feel the quiet pulse that keeps the stars turning.
The breath you’re taking right now is older than the body that holds it.
It has passed through trees, oceans, and suns.
It carries memory.
You don’t need to become more spiritual — you are spirit, remembering itself.
Every laugh, every tear, every step is the universe learning your name again.
Walk gently today.
Everything sacred is already listening.