“Space heals what pressure destroys.”

Distance becomes harmful only when fueled by bitterness.
But when chosen with clarity, space becomes medicine.
A reset.
A pause.
A boundary that protects both hearts.

Choosing space doesn’t mean you’re done loving.
It means you’re done bleeding.
It means you are choosing to evolve without forcing someone else to evolve beside you.

Space isn’t an ending,
it’s soil.
What grows from it
is entirely new.

Gentle Practice:
Take one minute and imagine space around your heart, light, breathable, warm.
Let yourself expand into it.

-Kerri-Elizabeth-
Tomorrow, we complete Week Two by exploring how to enter gatherings (or solitude) from a place of strength rather than reaction.