There are seasons when we carry more than we realise.

Unspoken grief. Quiet rage. Deep love. Invisible work.
We hold our children, our dreams, our disappointments, our strength.
We carry the weight of generations—and the seeds of what’s still to come.

This gentle reflection is an invitation to pause.
To lay down what is too heavy.
To notice what is alive in you.
To begin, softly, to be held.

You don’t have to do it all alone.