Nutured Stories

You arrive not as a stranger, But as a soul long waiting to be received. Your steps are quiet, but your heart is loud— Beating with questions you’ve never dared to ask aloud. The door is open. Not just to a room, But to a sacred space where masks are not required. Where silence is not emptiness, But invitation. A sign greets you: “Fold your burdens with your clothes. Stack them gently. They will not be needed here.” A sof...