⛰The Edge of Connection⛰
Building Through the Walls We Build
"We are all so much together, yet we are all dying of loneliness."
—Albert Schweitzer
Connection is not always warm. Sometimes, it is a fragile thread stretched across silence, a longing left unanswered, a hand reaching into the dark with no guarantee of being met.
We crave closeness and fear it at the same time. We keep our walls high, our hearts guarded—because to connect is to risk being seen, and to be seen is to risk being hurt. The loneliness we carry is not always from isolation. It lingers in the spaces where we’ve silenced ourselves, in the moments we turned away instead of reaching out.
Disconnection is a slow suffocation. It is the breath held in self-protection, the tension of words unspoken, the weight of distance growing between us and the world. It is the ghost of past wounds whispering, Don’t trust. Don’t try. Don’t need too much.
In the dark, there is always a way through. A breath. A crack in the armor. A moment of surrender.
Connection is an act of courage. The courage to let someone see you—not the polished version, not the one with all the right words—the raw, aching truth of you. The courage to risk being hurt because being numb is worse.
Tonight, we breathe into the spaces where connection has been severed. We sit with the loneliness. We let the breath unravel the knots of old wounds, the weight of guarded hearts. In the stillness, something waits—an opening, a way back, a tether to something real.
Join us. Breathe into the darkness. Let the walls shake. And if you dare, reach for the thread. Someone, somewhere, may be reaching back.