That god had pulled her through a needles eye so narrow that this thread in front of them was all that remained.
The hurt burrowed deeper than anything shed ever felt, deep enough to change from the thing she felt to the thing she was.
That god had pulled her through a needles eye so narrow that this thread in front of them was all that remained.
And all that mattered.
She just kept following the thread, letting it guide her without letting go, or giving up or asking too many questions.
She learned to trust. To feel with her hands instead of her head.
The thread lead her home. Lead her back to herself and to places she couln’t have imagined in her dreams.
B 🤍