🌸 Welcome to A Soft Place To Be 🌸
This space holds quiet reflections about the body, the nervous system, and the lived experience of being human.
Nothing here asks you to change or become anything different.
These writings are simply moments of noticing.
A candle in a dim room.
A blanket across the shoulders.
A breath taken slowly.
If you linger here for a while, you may find something familiar moving between the words.
A memory.
A recognition.
A small return to yourself.
You are welcome to read slowly.
Or simply rest here for a moment.
— DeAn’Na
Touching My Own Ground
A winter storm slowed everything down long enough for me to touch my own ground again. This is a reflection on thawing after rupture, self-forgiveness, unarmored presence, and returning home without rebuilding who I am.
I Allow My Light to Remember Its Way of Seeing
This image came to me while I was simply being here. Not trying. Not asking. Just present. I saw the light moving through my hair, not as symbol, but as memory, and I realized I already hold all the light that I am. In times when the world feels loud and heavy, this remembering feels essential. I allow my light to remember its way of seeing.
Gentle Rambling~
What is the truth of this moment, of each moment, of any moment? I have learned that whatever my mind brings onto my screen for viewing is rarely the truth. It is not about truth at all, but about the experience and flow of each moment as it moves through us.