“Befriending ourselves is the quiet revolution. It is learning to sit in the empty moments and find not exile, but home. To listen to the weeds of feeling- grief, anger, joy- as they push through the cracks, asking us to return to what is real. The body, like the earth, is always trying to rewild itself. Feelings rise like nettles and dandelions, insistent and alive, not to destroy us but to make us whole. And when we begin to trust our own company, the descent of autumn and winter is no longer something to fear. The pull inward becomes a homecoming. Silence becomes kinship. Darkness becomes a doorway.”
Brigit Anna McNeill
Chorlton Unitarians 