{"id":271,"date":"2026-08-06T21:32:17","date_gmt":"2026-08-07T01:32:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/iwritewhereiamquiet.ca\/?p=271"},"modified":"2026-08-07T13:34:48","modified_gmt":"2026-08-07T17:34:48","slug":"today","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/iwritewhereiamquiet.ca\/?p=271","title":{"rendered":"Today"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"wp-block-post-date has-text-align-right\"><time datetime=\"2026-08-06T21:32:17-04:00\">August 6, 2026<\/time><\/div>\n\n\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse has-text-align-center has-merriweather-font-family\">Today felt open,<br>like sky with no deadline,<br>like air that doesn't ask<br>where I'm headed.<br><br>The sun didn't demand anything<br>from me.<br>Neither did the wind.<br>They just moved,<br>and invited me to move too.<br><br>I walked through the day<br>the way you walk a trail<br>without a map-<br>trusting my body<br>to know when to slow,<br>when to stop,<br>when to keep going.<br><br>I felt free in small ways.<br>In the space between thoughts.<br>In the way my shoulders dropped<br>without me noticing.<br>In realizing I don't have to carry <br>everything I once did.<br><br>Nature reminded me-<br>nothing rushes to become itself.<br>Birds take off when they're ready.<br>Rivers don't apologizefor their <br>curves.<br>Even the trees let go<br>when it's time.<br><br>Today, I let myself breathe<br>like the land breathes-<br>wide, patient,<br>unashamed of taking up space.<br><br>I felt untethered<br>in the best way-<br>rooted, but not trapped.<br>Grounded, but not heavy.<br>Free to choose softness.<br>Free to choose joy.<br>Free to just \"be.\"<br><br>And maybe that's what healing looks<br>like:<br>not breaking chains loudly,<br>but realizing<br>they loosened a long time ago.<br><br>Today passed like a breeze-<br>touching,<br>cleansing,<br>leaving me lighter.<br><br>Tomorrow can come<br>whenever it wants.<br>I know how to stand under the sky<br>now.<br><br><br><br><\/pre>\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-post-author-name has-text-align-right\">Stacy Provost<\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Today felt open,like sky with no deadline,like air that doesn&#8217;t askwhere I&#8217;m headed.The sun didn&#8217;t demand anythingfrom me.Neither did the wind.They just moved,and invited me to move too.I walked through the daythe way you walk a trailwithout a map-trusting my bodyto know when to slow,when to stop,when to keep going.I felt free in small ways.In [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":279613110,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"advanced_seo_description":"","jetpack_seo_html_title":"","jetpack_seo_noindex":false,"jetpack_seo_schema_type":"","_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_wpcom_ai_launchpad_first_post":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[1],"tags":[1368,1364,1382,1365,1376,1360,1387,1394,1366,1363],"class_list":["post-271","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-blogging","tag-indigenous","tag-iwritewhereiamquiet","tag-mental-health","tag-personal","tag-poems","tag-quietbystacy","tag-raw","tag-reading","tag-stories"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/shcsBK-today","jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":277,"url":"https:\/\/iwritewhereiamquiet.ca\/?p=277","url_meta":{"origin":271,"position":0},"title":"How I Learned What Love Was Not &#038; 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