These mites aren’t invaders.
They’re ancient witnesses—
to your first tears,
your laughter lines,
the way your eyes crinkle when you smile at your grandchild.
They remind us:
You are not a machine to be sterilized.
You are a living world to be tended.
Living Gently With Your Inner Garden
You don’t need special scrubs or chemicals to honor this balance. Just the old, true ways:
🌿 Wash your face with love—warm water, mild soap, no tugging
🌿 Replace pillowcases weekly—silk or cotton, washed in fragrance-free detergent
🌿 Rest deeply—when your body heals, your mites rest too
🌿 Forgive yourself—this isn’t about perfection. It’s about peace.
A Closing Blessing for Your Eyes
Next time dawn light catches your lashes,
pause.
Breathe.
Whisper gratitude for the tiny lives that help you see.
These mites aren’t a flaw in your design.
They’re proof of it.
For in the quiet hum of your body—
where spider kin sip oil like nectar,
and skin cells fall like autumn leaves—
lives a truth older than fear:
You were made to be a home.
Not just for yourself.
But for all the small, sacred things
that keep you breathing,
blinking,
belonging
in this wide and wondrous world.
With reverence for the quiet miracles within us all
