Welcome to Fragments. We’re truly glad you’re here. This space is yours—your headspace, your canvas, your quiet corner. Write what’s on your mind, read what others have shared, and let yourself wander through thoughts, memories, and ideas without judgment. Share freely, reflect deeply, and let the rhythm of your own words guide you. @Hannah Cardamone @Charles Kim @Febe Moss @Jennifer Teram @Nicholas Lawrence

Some conversations don’t end when the words do. They finish speaking, but the body keeps listening. If something lingers after it’s “over,” it isn’t a failure to move on. It’s evidence of presence. Let it complete itself without being rushed.

Pick one line from Monday’s fragment that stayed with you. Respond with a sentence, a memory, or a counter-witness. Examples: ● “The wind pushed the door open before I could” — reminds me of moments when life moves faster than I’m ready for. ● “Dust danced in the sunlight like it had waited decades for a visitor” — makes me think of the attic I never go into, where time waits in corners.

Sit with what is unresolved, partial, honest and allow meaning to surface in its own time.

To be unseen in the place meant for deepest seeing, that is a wound that echoes through the soul