The Saturday Anchor ⚓️🌊
Focus on the Healing & the Power of Silence
"The ritual is done. The toxins have left through the soles of feet that are now light enough to fly. He asks if I am 'coping,' but he cannot see the Gem rising at dawn. This is the power of not responding—when your purpose is louder than a notification."
The Anchor's Arrival
On men of little words and the weight of waiting.
A brief ripple from Puerto Rico— Little words for a long distance. He speaks of Saturday, Of soil and conversations held in the throat.
He asks if I am coping, If the purpose is taking root. He does not know the drawing is done; That the toxins have already left through the soles Of feet that are now light enough to fly.
Saturday is coming. But the Gem has already risen.
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