From the Dirt
“May you listen to the voice within the beat even when you are tired. When you feel yourself breaking down, may you break open instead. May every experience in life be a door that opens your heart, expands your understanding, and leads you to freedom. If you are weary, may you be aroused by passion and purpose. If you are blameful and bitter, may you be sweetened by hope and humor. If you are frightened, may you be emboldened by a big consciousness far wiser than your fear. If you are lonely, may you find love, may you find friendship. If you are lost, may you understand that we are all lost, and still we are guided—by Strange Angels and Sleeping Giants, by our better and kinder natures, by the vibrant voice within the beat. May you follow that voice, for This is the way—the hero’s journey, the life worth living, the reason we are here.”― Elizabeth Lesser
Keep planting, tilling, tending.
Bloom comes in its own time.
Rising from the dirt.
Allow, invite, observe.
Heavy sigh, the waiting.
And it is in the waiting, transformation from seed to bloom is doing its work.
Pause the pursuit and be found.
Listen, watch, all senses in play.
Slow down, quiet, peel the layers.
Your voice, whispering.
“Courage, dear heart.” – C.S. Lewis