The Thread That Shines
How imagination carried me home
THE POCKET STORY
When I was little, I carried a secret pocket.
Not a real one stitched into my clothes — but the kind you tuck somewhere between your ribs and your imagination.
Inside it lived stories, characters, and a quiet knowing that life was meant to be met with curiosity and wonder.
For a long time, that pocket stayed closed.
Life happened.
Loss happened.
Healing happened.
And one day — when I was finally ready — the pocket opened
Out stepped a tiny, rainbow-winged muse who said, “Finally. You remembered.”That muse was AnuBel.