What we tend to,
What we plant.
What we nurture does grow.
Do not be afraid to plant seeds,
For they will inevitably grow.
How dare you,
In your perfectly flawed humanness,
Try to second-guess nature.
The very fabric of its design was meant to be this way on purpose.
All things are birthed.
Seated.
They're planted.
All things grow and eventually flourish with time.
All things end up in decay.
It's just the way of creation.
The cyclical rhythm of nature.
We are all pieces of nature and creative beings.
When I say we.
I must remind you that you are included in that as well.
It's easy to believe that in a high season of summer.
Or when the harvest is ready to be gathered.
Belief is the hardest and the delicate and tender stage of planting,
Nursing,
And waiting.
Believing without seeing.
If you find yourself in this season,
I encourage you to stay in the tenderness,
Not turn your back to nature's design.
Keep pouring water on the soil and turning towards the sun.
Without having any evidence,
A green stem will poke through eventually.
Not on your time.
But on it.
And it will.
Because it just does.
Please trust this process and do not abandon it.
You may be tempted to abandon yourself and your creative pursuits.
Resist.
Creativity is the foundation beneath your feet and the heartbeat of what pounds loudly in your chest.
Your creative dreams deserve to grow and flourish.
You deserve to grow and flourish too.
The inner child within you wants you to play and relax,
Create and flourish.
The biggest and highest of you,
Your soul and your spirit,
Wants that for you too.
Very,
Very badly.
The highest wants the world for you.
The highest,
Most vibrant,
Alive,
Boundlessly loving version of yourself,
Your soul.
Is telling you something.
The butterfly.
Float.
Drink sweet nectar.
Be the first among many butterflies to fill this beautiful earth.
You were chosen to be the first among many.
Trust this.
You're meant for it.
Designed for it.
You chose it.
Let yourself be seen as the butterfly,
Not the soup.
The caterpillar,
Or even the cocoon.
You are a gorgeous,
Gorgeous butterfly and you are ready to fly.
Trust this process.
You are held.
You are held.
You are held.
You have intuitive gifts.
Use them.
Trust them.
You have creative gifts.
Use them.
And trust them too.
You are ready.
I promise.
I know you may be scared.
I know you may be hesitant to move forward.
To touch what is unknown.
Or afraid of repeating the suffering of the past.
I know,
I know,
I know you are held dear,
Dear,
Dear love in this fear.
Your fears are taken and placed delicately in your soul's hands.
The rough edges are smoothed out.
Your soul takes your fear and swallows it whole.
Trust in your soul.
Trust the voice within.
Put your divine faith in what you cannot see with your eyes,
But what beads in your heart.
Your soul is too old to play silly games anymore.
You are bored and you are unfulfilled with what you have now.
You can invent this in this open space of honesty.
You can admit that out loud.
It's okay.
You've learned all you can learn from the place where you are now.
This present moment and all that you've been navigating.
And you did a good job.
What you came here to learn.
Is now complete.
You are that much more whole from it.
Bless this special time in your life.
Think it wholly and completely.
Go to the woods,
To the sea.
To the mountains or a meadow and spread your thanks among the trees,
Dirt and sand.
Close this chapter,
Turn the page.
It's time and it's time for you to move on.
If you continue to listen.
And I.
And trust in the voice within.
Your life will look very different in one year.
Six months.
Or even in one month.
Honor this process.
Take it seriously.
And mature into it.
Do not infantilize or dismiss it.
Do not bypass it.
You are being initiated.
Walk through it like all of the fires you have walked through before,
Except this time it's not a fire.
This is a gorgeous,
Gorgeous meadow.
It's simply beautiful.
Enjoy it.
Play around in it.
And breathe fresh air from it.
You.
Are ready.
To soar.
