These last weeks it has come to me. I did not have to search. It has been waiting in the sidelines for months with me pushing it away and ignoring and blindingly turning a cheek to natural interest.
This beauty has unwaveringly, diligently, and persistently made itself clear and known. And then I gave it a moment. Took a breath. Stumbled backwards for how much was already waiting in me to meet it.
And I learn what I already knew: reacting wider with trust and warmth is a sure way to glow, and a sure way to again hear the whispering of what my own self has desperately been repeating. And I learn to allow.
A girlfriend recently noted: have the confidence in your power to allow yourself to be vulnerable and girlish. I relish in the girlishness that is making itself known. And I have never felt safer.
Snippets from a weekend away. Where I had many, many hours to contemplate and not ignore the blossom inside.