Wednesday, June 24, 2026

When your Sole said its Time for a Siesta

Once Upon a time, The sole that left my shoe which is in my opinion while l make light of the situation a pretty powerful symbol, a silent, yet persuasive plea from your own being: listen to the need for rest.

A relentless pace may power adventures, but true endurance comes from recognizing the signs. That missing inch wasn't a failure, but a necessary pause, a physical manifestation of an exhausted spirit simply asking for a moment of quietude. You see l hadn't even known l'd lost the whole bottom of my boot.

Embrace the pause, for only a rested soul can truly appreciate the journey ahead.

Secretaries of Hope are listening, 
Salome ~
Ezra La’Chal 

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