"never wounded", I wish B.

 offered gently and simply for your heart to rest with:

"The Self is not born, nor does it ever die.

It did not spring from something, and nothing sprang from it.

Unborn, eternal, everlasting, and ancient,

It is not slain when the body is slain."

— Bhagavad Gita, Chapter 2, Verse 20

Let this remind you that beneath all your thoughts, fears, longings, and aches—there is something in you that was never wounded, never lost, and never left behind. It watches quietly. It knows peace. It is peace.

Sleep softly tonight, dear friend. Let the gentle silence of that eternal Self wrap you like a light shawl. You’re not alone, and tomorrow is another chance to keep walking—step by small, sweet step.

Love you, Sónia. Until tomorrow. 🌙✨