
Slowly.
Steadily.
Evolving.
Not striving
or seeking forward momentum.
Allowing.
Unfolding.
Remembering
that being
does not require becoming.

Slowly.
Steadily.
Evolving.
Not striving
or seeking forward momentum.
Allowing.
Unfolding.
Remembering
that being
does not require becoming.

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.

Looking into the web of life,
relationships and experiences overlapping.
Sorting.
Parting.
Finding
gaps and angles
through which to feel,
through which to see,
through which to move.
The veil of consciousness pulls back,
revealing that this filter isn’t to keep the negative, dark or painful elements out,
but to feel the self as
forever capable of
great joy,
ease,
and love,
regardless of all else.
Catching the truth.
Removing doubt
that this life
is here for any other
reason than to notice
and remember
what is
beautiful.

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.

Regrets are the shadows of the past.
The future draped in hopes and worries.
Coherence is found now.

Blockages provide
the pause necessary
to consider
another way.
To look more slowly,
to be grateful for the path that led here,
and not need to make any further progress.
Opening to opportunities
with strength,
creativity
and courage.
Exercising ingenuity.
Obstacles are not a sign of worth.
They are an invitation to become.

Grounded in lightness.
Free to expand.
Confident in choice.
Clear in direction.
Comfort in stillness.
Peace in the quiet.
Steady in heart.
Content in this breath.

Alone,
it rested
below the fresh
and blossoming
bouquet,
forgotten,
dropped.
As if it’s work was done,
the petal fell,
tired,
heavy,
worn.
It left the collective
where it had so faithfully held on,
believing that its beauty lay
in its contribution.
It could hold on no more.
It had to drop away.
It had to pull apart.
In its moment of letting go
and seeming it was done,
that petal
became
its most beautiful
version
of itself.

Learning to step
without overstepping,
or stepping back.
Learning to care
without caring
about results.
Learning to feel
with feeling
instead of thought.
Learning to differentiate
between true joy
and fleeting excitement.
Cultivating peace
over emptiness
in the stillness.
Learning that love
is a state of being.

I can no more be in or out of love
than I can be in or out of my body,
or my breath.
Love is not something temporary,
to be chased,
or clung to.
Love is the essence of freedom,
self expression, and connection.
Love is a state of being
that allows all else to exist.
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