The fire’s gone quiet, but the smoke still speaks.
You’re not in the blaze anymore,
you’re in the echo.
The part where the ashes whisper back what you offered to the flame,
and ask: Do you still mean it now that it’s no longer burning?
This is not the end.
And it’s not quite the beginning.
It’s the inhale between them.
The flicker that remembers the blaze.
The ember that doesn’t demand, but knows.
Today invites sacred integration.
To listen. To linger. To let the vow settle deeper into your marrow.
Let the flicker be enough.
It carries memory.
It carries vow.
It carries you.
Soul Inquiry: What ember are you still tending, quietly, behind your ribs?