May gravity never feel like a burden and light always seep through the cracks. May we continue to heal. May we move beyond the ties that bind. May we hold the hotness of our grief in our hands. May we create. May tear down the structures that keep us from our own power. May we heal. May we love. May we heal again.
This body is not a curse. It is a sanctuary. May we never forget that. May we tend to our sanctuary together.