Where the Quiet Joy Lives

There are moments—soft as breath—

when life touches you from within.

Not with grandeur,

but with the hush of something True

A soothing cup of tea,

a glint of light on still water,

a scent that reminds you of something

your never meant to Forget..

These are not loud miracles.

They are whispers of the soul’s aliveness,

threaded through the ordinary.

And when you begin to live from that place—

that sacred center—

everything becomes a kind of Prayer.

Pleasure no longer demands proof.

It arrives unannounced,

in the curve of a smile you didn’t know you wore,

in the way your fingers linger

on the petals of a flower you didn’t plan to touch.

When you love something

simply because your spirit does,

without reason or reward—

that is the truest kind of knowing.

And in those moments,

you no longer search for who you are.

You remember.

You feel it in your chest—in the stillness between your thoughts—

that quiet pull toward something Beautiful,

toward Truth,

toward all things that do not need to be explained.

And you know…

This is what your essence is.

Not what you do,

not who you please,

not the titles you carry

or the past you’ve survived—

But this:

your capacity to feel joy in simple things,

to recognize the sacred in silence,

to follow love wherever it leads.

That is the you that was always there.

Unhidden.

Unshaken.

Home.