Chapter 13 · 2 min 54 sec
Rise Up and Shine
The daily resurrection — choosing to be present and luminous in the ordinariness of an ordinary morning.
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Lyrics· 295 words
In the shadows, my dreams tend to fade I rise up stronger, no longer afraid With every heartbeat, I break these chains Embracing my power, dancing the way Let my life shine through, breaking the night So rise up, shine bright, let your spirit ignite Feel the power within, let your dreams stay flight Every challenge, your face just a part of the fight Together we'll stand through the darkest of nights The world tries to tell me I'm small I stand tall, when I'm destined to soar I've climbed every mountain, I've faced every fear With love in my heart, I'll keep pushing near I'm a beacon of hope, I won't end my life So rise up, shine bright, let your spirit ignite Feel the power within, let your dreams stay flight Every challenge, your face just a part of the fight Together we'll stand through the darkest of nights When the world is unbreakable and warm Shine and light stars, our stories will fall The living world tries to tell me I'm small I stand tall, when I'm destined to soar I've climbed every mountain, I've faced every fear With love in my heart, I'll keep pushing near I'm a beacon of hope, I won't end my life So rise up, shine bright, let your spirit ignite Feel the power within, let your dreams stay flight Every challenge, your face just a part of the fight Together we'll stand through the darkest of nights We are warriors unbreakable and warm Shine and light stars, our stories will fall We are warriors unbreakable and warm Shine and light stars, our stories will fall I stand through the darkest of nights We are warriors unbreakable and warm Shine and light stars, our stories will fall
Short Story
*A story about the daily resurrection of showing up luminous*
Every morning for the eleven months of her chemotherapy, Avó Zilda opened the curtains in her room fully, the same as she always had, and got dressed properly, the same as she always had, even on the mornings she could barely stand.
"Why do you bother?" her granddaughter Helena asked once, watching her struggle into a real dress instead of staying comfortable in nightclothes. "No one would blame you for resting today."
"I'm not doing it for anyone's judgment," Zilda said, slowly buttoning her cardigan. "I'm doing it because the moment I stop opening the curtains and getting dressed, I start treating today like it's already lost. And I refuse to hand over an entire day before it's even started, just because it might be a hard one."
"But some days really are too hard."
"Some days are," Zilda agreed. "On those days I open the curtains anyway and then go right back to bed, if that's what my body needs. The point was never about how the rest of the day goes. The point is the curtains. The point is one deliberate act of meeting the day as if it deserves to be met properly, even when I don't feel deserving of meeting it myself."
Helena watched her grandmother do this, morning after difficult morning, and slowly understood it wasn't really about curtains or clothing at all. It was a daily, small, stubborn resurrection — choosing, every single day, to stand up inside the ordinary miracle of simply still being here, rather than letting illness make the choice for her.
Zilda recovered, eventually, fully. But even after, she never went back to sleeping past the curtains. "I learned something on the hard mornings," she told Helena. "That showing up, luminous, in an ordinary morning is its own kind of victory — whether or not anyone else ever notices you've won it."
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*Every morning offers its own small resurrection — the choice to stand up and meet the day deliberately, luminous, regardless of how hard the night before it was.*
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