When You Find Your People

Notes From the Hollow Bone | Entry Thirty-five

Some unions aren’t built by bloodlines —
they’re woven by God.

You wander for years thinking you’re “too much,”
too bright, too loud, too deeply feeling —
until one day you walk into a room
and realize you’ve simply been speaking
the wrong language your whole life.

And here —
here, among souls who burn the same way,
you are not asked to shrink.

Laughter isn’t measured.
Tears aren’t judged.
Prayer is breath.
And being fully yourself
isn’t dramatic, or excessive,
or inconvenient—

it’s welcome.
It’s understood.

It’s home.

This isn’t replacing blood —
it’s expanding love.

Because sometimes God sends a village
that doesn’t look like where you came from,
but looks exactly like
where you were always meant to belong.

And when you meet them,
there is no performance,
no proving,
no earning.

Just recognition.

Just
finally.

With Grace & Ink,
— Mai