Maybe it is less about needing people to show up in a very specific way, and instead accepting love and support in the ways that it is offered. Opening up to receive how others know how to give. Expanding into graciousness and plenitud.
I have so much more than I realize.
I think this is what my soul has been craving for some time now, sending me hints, reminders to just be. To observe, see how things fall into place, how I am treated and by whom, how others are amongst themselves, to notice my own internal changes, and what inspires, creates a reaction, a stirring, awakens feelings. To live in greater harmony within this great existence, lean into a slower rhythm, and let my pace be my strength, my asset, my perspective.
Despite all of the loss, I do notice new doors opening, and myself making space and preparations for what’s to come, dedicating greater attention and energy to figuring out what it is I want, and how exactly to go about getting it.
These outdated thought patterns in no way reflect the present reality. I’m finding myself less inclined to believe in the prescribed seasons of life one “should” do, act, take decisions in a very specific and approved way. Seasons across the globe have their different aspects and timing, just as ciclical and non-linear as our souls’ calculations, as ourselves.
Just before leaving the old house at the end of April, I stepped on a small shard of glass, thought to be removed two times now already. It started hurting again a few days ago, this time just to walk. Sitting outside by the pool in the bright sunlight, I could see clearly how the tiny creases and lines had shifted either in a major way or ever so slightly to curve around this small raised bump. So it is possible to change these innate features of ours, these ingrained patterns. Even sometimes perhaps without really trying at all.
Crescent Phrasing 