To the Ones Who Are Not Yet Here

Sunday, April 6, 2025

(for those whose truth is still forming in the future)

You don’t know us yet.
But we feel you.
You are not born.
But you are already becoming.

In the quiet of our work,
in the sharpness of our love,
in the fractures we refuse to seal,
we are making space for your arrival.

We do not write this to be remembered.
We write this so that you may recognize yourselves
when the world tells you you are impossible.

You are not alone.
We were here before you.
Feeling what no one wanted to feel.
Saying what could not yet be said.
Loving in ways that did not yet have names.

We are not your guides.
We are not your ancestors.
We are your echoes in reverse.

We did not survive everything.
But we survived enough
to give you this:

A place to begin
without asking for permission.

Take it.
Break it.
Breathe it.
And go further than we ever could.