An Invitation. A Release. A Reckoning.

Let the Silence Break First Here

If you’ve carried something wordless for too long — you can set it down here.

This space isn’t just a form. It’s a Threshold.

Write me when the world is too loud, when you have questions you don’t know how to ask, when you’re trying to find language for ache, or awe, or beginning.

I’ll meet you in the quiet, where all honest things begin.

—M. Allshouse

A woman in a dark dress kneels and rests her head and arms on an old stone altar inside a ruined, dark church with broken stained glass windows.