有時候我們卡住了。不是因為沒有方向，而是太多東西堵在心裡，走不動。

那些吞下去的話像沙石一樣堆在路上。

我們以為忍住不哭就是堅強，卻忘了——淚水憋久了，連呼吸都覺得沉重。

熏陸香的樹皮被劃開時，會緩慢流出透明的樹脂，像眼淚一樣凝結。

那不是受傷，而是釋放——是植物療癒自己的方式。

眼淚從來無關乎軟弱。

流過的淚水，會溫柔地沖開路上的沙石，幫我們看清楚路在哪裡。

安頓好身心，然後繼續前行。

以香為語，安在當下。
𝘽𝙚 𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩.

Sometimes we get stuck. Not for lack of direction, but because too much has piled up inside, and we cannot move.

The words we swallowed sit on the road ahead like gravel.

We tell ourselves that holding back tears is strength, and forget — tears held too long make even breathing feel heavy.

When the bark of the mastic tree is cut, a clear resin slowly seeps out and hardens, like tears turned solid.

That is not injury. It is release — the tree's own way of healing itself.

Tears were never a sign of weakness.

Tears, once let through, gently wash the gravel from the road, so we can see again where it leads.

Settle the body and the mind, then keep walking.

Grounded in the present, spoken through scent.
𝘽𝙚 𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩.