You have had such a grip on me that I felt unable to rest when in your presence. It felt hard to exhale, for I felt I have to prove the entirety of my worth in your every day. It was exhausting and I wanted another feeling.
One of expansion. Of deeply knowing my own sense of worth + valuing my well being, and not forgetting about magic, play, + flow. Then I prayed / asked for something different. Something lovely, something easy, something fun. And then we all got sick, one by one. For that might have been the only way to stop me in my tracks and surrender it all up. Now that we have recovered, we have healed, I stand ready to craft the remainder of this month with sustainabe pockets of stillness guiding me.
May this second half of the month represent a continuous celebration, one of warmth + light. One of where the pressure is off. Where less is more. Where a deep trust seeps into all that I do. Where spontaneity pours into the days. Where I am not out searching to get anything, only to give sweetly. Where I can look kindly in reflection, and softly ahead with intentions to guide what is ahead. Marveling in the rhythm shifting, unique to this time. And the hustle + bustle translates to flow + ease, and spacious simplicity.