The Raw Edge of Return

I thought I’d write this week’s post from a place of calm, maybe even strength.
But instead, I’m writing from the heart of a week that has stretched me deeply.
Sharply. Unrelentingly.

One of those moments in life that strips everything down to what’s real.

And yet—this, too, is Return.
Not the triumphant kind, but the sacred, shaking kind.
The kind where you crawl back to yourself with tear-streaked cheeks and whisper,

“I’m still here.”

More soon.
For now, I’m breathing.
Stitching.
Rooting.

With warmth,
Laura
Founding Hearthkeeper
come back to the fire