Love this piece: Even in utter darkness, I have my breath and my body. My body is my anchor. My breath is a beacon I’ve learned to trust even in uncertainty. When a whirlwind moves around me, even when the ground beneath my feet dissolves and I’m suspended in air with nowhere to rest, I have a stillness that allows me to observe. It doesn’t make the threshold less frightening. But it makes it crossable.

 https://gabrielbarsawme.substack.com/p/the-door-is-open