A soft place to rest when the language becomes too much.

You don’t have to understand every framework to rest here.
You don’t have to map your journey to the arc.
You don’t need the right language to belong.

If you’ve made it to this page, you’ve already done enough.
Not because you’ve figured it all out —
but because your breath still belongs to you.

This sanctuary is layered.
You may move through the theologies, the glossaries, the histories —
or you may simply rest here in stillness.
Both are holy.

You are not behind.
You are not too much.
You are not too late.

You are seen.
You are safe.
You are deeply loved.

Breathe.
Come home.
You are held.

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