Welcome,
Love.
Take a moment to arrive,
Let your body soften,
Let your breath come just as it is.
Feel the quiet exhale that says,
I'm here now.
Now gently turn your attention toward your heart,
Not to seek,
Not to fix,
Just to notice,
Is there a flicker,
A spark,
A sense of aliveness,
However small?
Let it be subtle,
Let it be tender.
There may be no full vision,
No clear plan,
Only a whisper of yes,
A shimmer of interest,
A thread of excitement.
And that,
That is enough.
Let yourself feel what it's like to simply be lit up,
Not for anyone else,
Not for a specific result,
But because something in you is glowing.
You do not need to chase it.
You do not need to hold it.
You do not need to prove it worthy.
The spark is already the sign.
Let that thread tug you gently,
Not with urgency,
But with wonder,
With curiosity.
Let it remind you that your joy is intelligent.
Your excitement is intuitive.
And you are allowed to follow it,
Even without knowing where it goes.
Even just feeling it now is holy.
As you move back into your day,
Carry the spark lightly,
Like a feather in your palm.
Not demanding,
Not clinging,
Just present.
And whisper to yourself,
The spark is the sign.
I trust what lights me up.
And as always,
Remember,
You are loved.
You are enough.
You are whole.