Slowly.
Steadily.
Evolving.
Not striving
or seeking forward momentum.
Allowing.
Unfolding.
Remembering
that being
does not require becoming.
True Growth
Category Archives: growth
Soften
Showing up just as is.
Wearing no mask.
Offering no filter.
Boldly displaying flaws as its character.
Inviting a slow awakening of the mind,
a soft unfolding of the heart.
Awe spontaneously cultivated.
The gaze draws from its surface
into its remarkable uniqueness.
Simplicity and complexity
so readily revealed.
The flower doesn’t tell it’s story
It just shows up.
Open.
Exposed.
Unapologetically
doing its work,
filling its space in the world,
just as it is.
Stepping into its beauty,
owning its ridges,
thorns,
needs,
and purpose.
Offering a place for the world to pause,
to connect,
to belong,
to soften.
Unearthing
Murky are the surface waters,
Cold and dark, the mud feels heavy.
Abundant are the obstacles to expanding outward.
Unforgiving crevices entice, yet lead nowhere.
Solitary feels this existence.
And still it is called home.
An unknown force – courage perhaps – fuels a simple cell to activate.
A small stirring and restriction becomes the road map.
Containment provides clarity.
Movement replaces stagnation.
This incubation over.
Growth has begun.
Subtly and silently, a leaf
and then a petal.
More and more petals.
Surfacing.
Outstretching.
Unfolding.
Without ceremony.
So Beautiful.
The blossoming that reveals itself from under the mud and muck.
Excitement
It begins with a small sliver,
Cresting the horizon.
Barely noticeable at first,
There is a stirring.
Sparks popcorn through the air.
A simultaneous stillness
Accompanied by a deep and profound desire to dance.
Masked by trees, clouds,
And preoccupied vision,
She goes unnoticed at first,
Simply climbing, filling, growing,
Not making any promises
Not asking to be seen.
The wise ones feel her arrival.
And whether attuned or not,
prepared or not,
receptive or not,
She makes her presence known.
Slowly shining more and more brightly,
Occupying more and more space,
Until she cannot be ignored
She ripples through your veins,
She invites wonder and awe.
She offers a compass point through the darkness,
Never imposing a path,
Simply holding the space,
Subtly encouraging your heart
To unlock in ways
Never imagined.
Photo by Jean McDonald
Multiple Truths
My capacity is larger than my hurt.
The tear rolls down my cheek,
just a fraction of the bigger me.
Full and brimming and yet still quite small.
I feel both at the same time,
my tear
and my breath,
my breath
and my heart,
my heart
and my strength.
I can hold grief and gratitude.
Love and disappointment.
Compassion and boundaries.
Sadness and peace.
Just Blooming
Sensitive,
not fragile,
discerning,
not judgmental,
discriminately absorbing,
not assimilating.
Cyclically blooming to retain resilience.
Protection
without
hardening.
Exotic?
Mysterious?
Nope.
Just being
fully
oneself.
Living Whole
Today is complete.
From sunrise to sunset.
The space is full,
Just as is.
Not needing
anything else.
Nothing more.
No pressure.
No expectations.
Full permission
to simply be.
In the wholeness,
The enoughness,
The grace,
Of every sunrise
Every sunset
And every moment
in between
The task at hand
Is simply to be.
Revolution
Newness and unfamiliarity
fuel curiosity.
Forward momentum guides creativity.
Acceptance reveals the path to joy.
Growth is the gift of change.
Blossoming Hope
A flicker of light.
An ease filled pause.
An unfolding leaf.
Signs of new life.
The essence of each breath.
Renewed is love.
Reborn in joy.
The Space Between
Where the wind blows,
light dances
and shadows meander.
The trees sway and grass grows.
Raindrops fall.
The heart beats.
The body feels.
The mind rambles.
Quiet calls.
Stillness and movement reconcile.
This is where grace lives
and love persists.
