The Sacred Pause

Some silences aren’t empty. They’re full—of meaning, of becoming, of breath. I used to think every pause needed a response. A gap? Fill it. A silence? Break it. I treated stillness like a threat. Like a question waiting to turn cold. But lately, I’ve started to listen differently. The other night, Erin was quiet after […]

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