That how I do anything is how I do I everything.

It is not lost on me : the sensational beauty of the flowering trees.

It is not lost on me : the fleetingness of it all.

It is not lost on me : the incredible relief I experience sinking into a bath.

It is not lost on me : the need to tend to my roots so deeply, consistently, and kindly so I do not reach and seek for external validation.

It is not lost on me : the sweetness I require during this intense phase of motherhood, which are all parts healing, joy, and tremendous frustration.

It is not lost on me : the women who have come before me and are gently guiding me.

It is not lost on me : that consciously pausing is how I recalibrate the frequency of my being.

It is not lost on me : that meeting the moment exactly how it is is a portal towards freedom.

It is not lost on me : my deep desire for presence, for tenderness, for compassion.

It is not lost on me : that I am worth it.

Except for all the times it is, and I haven’t a clue.