You arrived with something inside you
The spirit was here before the word for it. The light was yours before anyone gave it a name.
Enter the thoughtSticks and stones may break my bones —
but words can cut me to pieces.
— BornLit
Sparks
The Foundation
I watched my father's spirit leave his body. It danced. It smiled. It paid the room no mind at all — just pure, unbothered joy. His body was right there. And he was right there too. Separate. Free.
That moment didn't create a belief. It confirmed what I already knew somewhere underneath everything. We are not the body. We are the light inside it. We were born lit.
This is a space for the thoughts that come from living with that knowledge.
Language
New thoughts when they're ready. No noise. No schedule. Just the spark when it comes.
Your Spark
Everyone has a moment. A day the light dimmed or came back. Share yours. The best ones get published here.