#balanceandbloom

somewhere under the exhaustion is a version of you that can't wait to create again.

imagine 90 days from now.

From noise, a deeper knowing grows, From chaos, a steady flame, I am not the storm I feel, I am the sky that holds the rain.

I let go without resistance, Like leaves drifting from a tree, What remains is light and clear, A mind unburdened, finally free.

The Phoenix Ember The healing does not come from far, It is the tending of your scar. With gentle hands and patient grace, You build a safe, internal space.

The Inner Harbor When every wave is crashing high, And storm clouds gather in the sky, Remember in your chest, a bay, Where you can anchor for the day.

The Gentle Touch The balm is not upon the shelf, But in the breath you give yourself. A quiet moment, soft and deep, To rock your weary soul to sleep.

The River's Journey