It’s not flashy.
It doesn’t scream.
It doesn’t ask to be photographed, explained, or proven.

Quiet happiness is not boring.
It’s the deep breath that finally lands.
The tea that stays warm long enough to finish it.
The body that no longer scans the room for danger.

It’s the soul saying: ‘Yes, like this. More of this.’

And when you find it, or rather, when it finds you —
don’t run. Don’t analyze. Don’t post.
Just let it sit with you.
Because quiet happiness is not empty.
It’s full of you finally arriving.

🌿 Weekend Soul Spell

I do not chase peace. I remember that I am made of it.

🌀 Question for the Soul

What if peace is not something I must find…
but something I only need to stop running from?