Slowly.
Steadily.
Evolving.
Not striving
or seeking forward momentum.
Allowing.
Unfolding.
Remembering
that being
does not require becoming.
True Growth
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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.
Sparkling
Slowly.
Steadily.
Evolving.
Not striving.
Perhaps leaning.
Allowing.
Unfolding.
Remembering
that being
does not require becoming.
Both
Feeling goodness.
Recognizing capacity for love and joy…
and pain and sorrow…
and confusion and disappointment…
Offering laughter and playfulness…
tears and aching.
Ever grateful.
Still longing.
Inviting.
Learning to receive.
Faith,
not hope,
guides discovery.
Recurring smiles
share space with unsettled emptiness,
offering glimpses of spaciousness.
Trust becomes the compass point,
as surrender calls.
Not giving up,
but diving in.
Relinquishing the tight reins of control
to allow the fullness of life to unfold on its own.
Turning towards the depths of the oceans of stability within,
to exist within it all.
Grateful for this artwork generously created and shared by Matt Buncik.
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.
Catching dreams
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.
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.
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.
