Dear one,
You were never meant to force your bloom.
You are not behind. You are not late.
You are rising—softly, surely—like the tide that knows exactly when to kiss the shore.
In this moment,
Let your shoulders drop.
Let your mind unclench.
Let the stories of “too much” or “not enough” dissolve in the ocean of your becoming.
You are not broken.
You are remembering.
And that remembering is your return.
To softness.
To sovereignty.
To your sacred self.
The world may swirl with noise, but you are the still point.
You are the gentle hum beneath the chaos.
You are the lullaby the Earth is singing back into balance.
And you, radiant one, are deeply, divinely held.
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