The Quiet Return

Some days healing doesn’t feel like healing.

It feels like silence.

Like nothing is happening.

But the soul doesn’t always bloom loudly.

Sometimes it retreats—

not to disappear,

but to gather itself back.

If you’ve been tired,

If you’ve been distant from your own fire,

if you’ve been carrying a weight you can’t name—

This is your reminder:

Rest is not quitting.

Stillness is not failure.

Softness is not weakness.

The seed doesn’t announce its growth.

It simply does it.

So breathe.

Let today be simple.

Let your heart unclench.

You don’t have to chase your way back to yourself.

You can return in one honest moment.

Put your hand on your chest and whisper:

“I’m here. I’m listening. I’m coming home.”

—Edward Morales Jr.