Why does love ache even as it blooms? Is it the weight of longing, the ghosts of memory, the way we grasp at it, fearing it might slip away? We chase, compare, bind it in expectation, as if love were something to own, to keep. But love, untethered, is not possession—it is presence.
Enveloped in Reiki energy, a tender companion for rituals and a gesture of love.
