Planting seeds

And allowing them to grow.

I see parts of myself echoed in the experiences of others, stuck parts, scared parts, parts that feel shame at being seen.

I hold them all in the embrace I can create within myself.

A cradle of unconditional love.

A knowingness, that no matter what, it is our sacred responsibility to welcome them in,

forgive them deeply and to forgive the circumstances that created them.

To sow new seeds, seeds of gentleness and ease in fertile soil.

To nurture and water them with practice and diligence to the unfolding of ourselves.

Patience on days where you see nothing growing

and gratitude built into our skin for the blessings that are already ours.