i want a weathered love

a soul embrace
during life’s trials
the endless evolution of two beings

there’s a rhythm my soul remembers. one that doesn’t hurry past the early morning sun peeking through the blinds, but one that finds solace in seeing the sun as it mets her in rising. i used to chase the idea of peace, but now i simply rest in it.

today, i’m reflecting on what it means to nurture ourselves — especially when we didn’t grow up seeing that reflected back to us. there’s a question i recently wrote in my journal: who would i even be if i didn’t nurture myself?

It’s funny how I’m being ushered into an era that is entirely and deeply dependent on my spiritual growth and the state of my inner life. I mean, isn’t life a reflection of our inner life, like all the time? Yes, but this time—I’m co-creating and receiving a life that is my divine inheritance. One that requires my focus and femininity to unlock.

There are things I didn’t know I was worthy of. Not because I wasn’t—but because I didn’t know for myself. Even when people reminded me, the ache of past experiences made it hard to believe. This is a note to her—my younger self—the one who gave so much so freely, even when it cost her more than she had to give.

there is a soul-level desire many carry—the desire to be understood. to be seen clearly. to be known fully. and while there is nothing inherently wrong with that longing, the truth is: it comes at a cost.

when you’re in tune with the season you’re in, you’re empowered to focus, finish, and flourish. you’re not distracted by what others are doing or panicked about what hasn’t happened yet. you’re steady. rooted. anchored in now—because when you’re present and discerning, you don’t rush to bloom, beg for more time, or force outcomes.