The Quiet Beauty of the Present

Come, stop for a while. Tara, kape!
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Come, stop for a while. Tara, kape!
Sometimes it feels unfair that they don’t have a choice in the kind of soul that grows within them, whether that child turns out kind, obedient, or troubled. But even then, they choose love.
So, here I am. My coffee is cold now. But my heart is a little warmer. And that, I think, is enough for today.
I want this peace—the one I find right here, where I’m held gently. This love that keeps me, holds me tight, and pursues me still.