The space between breaths.
Awareness.
Allowing.
The whisper in my bones, grounding me to what is true.
Steady, thoughtful hands.
Leaning into ease.
The grace of forgiveness.
A magnolia flower opening outside our bedroom window.
Permission to pause and let in the goodness.
Praising the softness.
Nurturing the slowness.
Offering the tenderness to myself.
Noticing the ancient impulses to leave my body.
Agreeing to stay.
Transforming with every decision to be here now.
True, undivided presence.
Titrated healing of the deepest kind.
Acknowledging the shadows and making my way back to lightness.
Commitment to reducing my energetic output.
Relishing space for stillness and curious about what treasures await in these quieter times.