To know the truth of what lies beneath.
The hidden gems she longed to see and touch that wouldn’t emerge to a spirit wedged between fear and regret.
A spirit so deeply wounded it couldn’t see beyond the fog of the lies.
Wasn’t there more than meets the eye in a day?
She could see the soft glow of the crescent moon blanketing over the land and the shoreline as the reeds trembled against the movement of the air.
Ever so softly.
The subtleties could be missed if you wanted.
But she was living from a place of intention and presence today.
She was leaning into the signs and wonders all around.
Allowing patience to rule over this moment...this head-space.
To really see and to truly know the secrets that were concealed to closed up eyes...and a closed up heart.
Openness was the gateway and gratitude was the gift.
