05 | Find Them

As the light turns inward, I find myself listening more closely to the things that stay near — the small signs, the strange companions, the places inside that only speak in this season of stillness. From there, this reflection surfaced.  

The fifth is titled:

Find Them

I’m learning to rest inside my own quiet.

Aloneness simply breathes.

There’s still that thin line

where solitude touches longing.

So I whisper to myself: find them —

the odd souls, the gentle misfits,

the headless dragons, the bright-haired trolls,

the ones who feel like home

in their imperfection.

Seek the ones whose presence

softens the dark

and deepens the light,

who recognise the hidden rooms

you keep within.

And when you do,

at the edge of the veil, where longing stirs,

look up, listen, dance with tenderness and care.

The ones woven for you

will recognise your footsteps.