A letter from the first mother, Nature.
Dearest loved one,
I know how lonely being can feel when the light fades and we forget life’s gift is in the present.
Being present is to remain open so you can make the best choice.
I hope you learn to choose yourself, as I have learned to choose what blooms me.
When I was young, I felt sorry when my winters would freeze the meadows of sunflowers trying to warm themselves back to life.
When my fear quaked the ground and caused mountains to split and oceans to rise.
When I would cry for weeks and flood the very life I hoped to sustain.
As I grew wiser with experience and curiosity, I realized the sunflowers unthaw under spring’s kiss.
The mountains that split form new homes for life finding their way out from winter’s cold.
Seeds carried by flooded rivers birth new miracles in lands where maybe miracles would never bloom.
With life comes pain.
And the thing about pain—
it demands to be felt.
Onward was always going to be the way to the home you deserved then and the home you dream of now.
Find peace in the trees towering overhead. They look to the north, receiving guidance from the mountains.
Find serenity in the rivers rushing down to grow the love that sustains life.
Find hope in the way the wind holds the birds.
Your spirit wishes to hold you this way,
tender and secure.
Trusting the souls process is how you reconnect with nature.
I am rooting for you.
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