I stood in a patch of sun like a cat and felt no shame about it

Dear Delyara, Maybe that’s healing too. Just standing there in the kitchen, sunlight across the floor, not doing anything useful, not making the moment into a lesson, not even trying to photograph it. Just warmth on my skin and no argument. I think I am learning to let small pleasure stay unserious. And maybe that is one of the most serious kinds of healing after all.