Mindfully Blooming

There's beauty in the natural unfolding of unrushed things; in the slowing down, in the surrendering, in the darkness, in the sometimes necessary crumbling. There's beauty in the sacred unfolding of that which is meant for us, not without action and alignment But with trust that As we take aligned steps from a place of authenticity, love and trust, that which we're meant to create, those people we're meant to meet, the places (physical and spiritual) we're meant to inhabit in this lifetime will not miss us. As we continue walking our path, doing the work and embracing our healing journey, may we remember we're always held, always loved, always guided. We're loved, we're love, we're the universe in human form; Stardust and light made of flesh, blood & bones.

Heavy dark days I've walked; the fog is thick, the clouds know I'm lost, I'm not me. Spiraling and traveling down, the dark valley welcomes me with a hug and a  Fading smile. Like a comforting mother, darkness reminds me sometimes it's necessary To reconnect to the ghosts we thought had crossed over to the light, That being in and with darkness reminds us of the duality of life: Darkness and light cannot be apart and In the fertile void of the darkness, the unknown, the fear, the tears, the chaos unfolding Beneath the surface, there's still life, there's still hope.  Darkness cradles my face, I'm not afraid. I'm just tired and darkness knows. It lets me cocoon in the safety of the unseen and unknown, knowing with certainty I'll eventually hug myself, lovingly and with faith stand up to gratefully walk out of the  dark valley. Truth and love hold my hands, side by side, they encourage my every hopeful step; In truth, in love, in faith, fireflies start...