by Liam

The past is ground, rich with the echoe of who we were. It holds the quiet wisdom of our struggles and joys, the shaping of our souls through time’s gentle and fierce hands. In its light, we see the contours of our journey, the map that brought us to this threshold. Yet, to dwell too long is to risk becoming a shadow, caught in the weight of what has passed.

The future, like an horizon, calls to us with promise. It is the landscape of possibility, waiting to be awakened by our longing and the courage of our dreaming. But to lean too far into its uncertainty can untether us, leaving us adrift in a sea of uncertainty and endless “what-ifs.”

Real meaning is found in the liminal space, where the past and future meet in the presence of the now. This is the place where life truly unfolds, where our hands can shape today. The past blesses us with its wisdom, the future whispers an invitation, but the present is where we are called to live in the aliveness of each breath, each encounter, each fleeting moment of grace.

Here, in the weave of time, we are invited to live fully, to gather the beauty of what we have been and the hope of where we are going, and to weave them into the sacred garment of this one, precious life.