The Anchor’s Arrival: A St. Lucian Poem | The Sanctuary

 

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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 Neon Sanctuary: Finding Home in the Shadows of the City

We often look at the city skyline to find the dream, but I found it this morning in the crack of a sidewalk.

The Neon Sanctuary

The palm trees in this city don’t offer shade; they just stand like tall, thin witnesses to the gold-streaked sunset. From the window of the bus, the city looks like a promise. But on the pavement, it feels like a debt.