Return is not a destination. It is a cycle. A rhythm. A sacred dance with time and self. We return to ourselves again and again. To the parts we lost, to the parts we buried, to the parts that wait quietly beneath the noise. Return is the midwife’s song. It is the call that pulls us back when we have wandered too far. It asks us to slow down. To listen deeply. To notice what has shifted. Return is not about fixing what is broken. It is about remembering what has always been whole. It is a practice of coming…