March 18, 2026

March 18, 2026

This morning I heard my inner voice say,

“I want to show you something.”

It was prominent enough that it urged me out of bed.

I put lavender oil on my scalp

where it was a bit sore,

but nothing significant was revealed.

Outside, letting the cat in,

the air was crisp—

and seeing a freeze warning,

I checked the herbs.

They looked great.

They felt warm.

A text from my dad—

about how cold it is outside,

and his new sweater is nice and warm.

He sounded calm.

I figured writing would reveal

what I am being shown.

So far I think I am being shown

everything is ok.

No fires to put out.

Then it hit—

a wave of relief.

Nostalgic.

I noticed a softening.

I gave myself permission to be ok.

This still exists.

Even here.

Even now.

Even with all that’s ahead,

everything can be ok.