There is beauty everywhere - In your becoming, your pauses, in your momentum. Life is not passing you by, it is rising to meet you.

I ordered flowers, hoping for color, and wow. They came quietly instead.

Not what I pictured -but maybe that's the beauty: not all blooms are loud.

Some come to teach patience.

Some, to remind us - even gentle things have something to give.

We show up for everyone else - the meals, the meetings, the moments, and sometimes forget to show up for ourselves.

But even ten quiet minutes can shift everything.

Block it out. Protect it. Honor it like a sacred apointment.

Because small, loving rituals remind you of something important: you matter too.

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