We can never really know, my love.
We just like to think we can,
As we plan out what to say, what to do,

Don't let them tell you, my love,
Because they don't know any better than
We do, when we are in our own beautiful wisdom

When the world feels too full of loss and fear,
Sometimes you have to take some space.

Not to do anything specific,
But to rest your head softly on the pillow a while

I yearn to know what it is that makes me seek.

I search deeper, even, for why I search. It feels a never ending journey.

That familiar pang of sadness visits me again today. Punching me in my chest, like it so often does.

Feelings of loss, of grief, of guilt, and of fear strike me all at once.

Be blown by the wind, my love.
Because the wind knows the way.

I know; we really love to think that we are in control,

Breathe, my dear.
Lie down and rest a while. Ground yourself into the earth and breathe.

Gently caress the earth with the softness of the air from your nose,

Sometimes, it can feel so much like elsewhere is better. Like having the jungle running wild under your soft toes is where happiness lies.
And maybe it is. Who knows?

In those morning moments
As I journal my way into a new day
While the sun begins to softly glisten over the city and the fields, 

Healing is not linear, like you think.
Rather, my beautiful love, it is a collection of ups and downs

that we created in our minds to mean something.

When the world feels dizzy, my love
Simply come home to yourself.

Rest your body down in a nice warm bath

Who am I to dare to create such great things?
I am soft and gentle, and whilst there's a piece of me that shouts 'no' to all the things I see through,

I keep myself small, and I don't speak out.

Sometimes we are just doing. Just being in the moment, without thinking about developing ourselves, without meditating, without stopping to consider who we are.
We are living. We are so present that we aren't even trying to be mindful.

She's not sure exactly what happened - quite how she ended up here - but she has.
It seemed to just unfold that way.

Listen deeply my love.
For when you don't listen,

You miss what is being whispered

I don't need to look outside of myself.
Not for happiness, joy, or love.
It's already inside us.
It's already ours.

I saw something today.

I saw a little girl, standing in front of her dad,

asking him to love her

There's something about getting quiet.
I've been feeling it recently,
Knowing that somehow I only really need to speak when I have something to say.

Sometimes we miss what is right in front of our eyes.
We can get so caught in our stories that we can't see what's real.