A memoir in fragments — love, loss, and the quiet miracles hidden in life’s cracks.
In the galaxy within, stars reside,
Tiny specks of dust, in my mind's eye.
Attention withdrawn from worldly things,
Silent explosion, the soul takes flight on wings.
Expanding, growing, beyond mortal bounds,
The outline of form, in vastness drowns.
A woman's essence, the universe embraces,
Larger than galaxies, her beauty traces.
Her presence, a constellation of grace,
Eternal radiance, her soul's embrace.
In her form, the cosmos finds its home,
A celestial being, from stardust she's grown.
The galaxies bow, in awe they stand,
For in her existence, cosmic secrets grand.
She's a universe within, a cosmic art,
A symphony of stars, playing in her heart.
In the galaxy within, she holds the key,
To boundless love and infinity.
Embrace her form, her spirit untamed,
For in her, the entire cosmos is named.
Rather than a straight chronology, these pieces drift like stars across a night sky — childhood, middle age, heartbreak, and renewal folding in and out of each other. The thread that ties them together is a quiet search for what endures: love, presence, and the glimmer of the divine hidden in ordinary life.
This is not a neat story. It is about finding beauty in the cracks, about light breaking through ruins, about noticing the sacred in fleeting, everyday moments — a child’s hand, a coltsfoot blooming through snow, the quiet between breaths.
For anyone who has ever felt broken, Unbreaking Woman: The Galaxy Within offers no easy answers — only an invitation to witness, to remember, and to see that even in fracture, the galaxy within us still shines.