All I want is to be understood. I want to be seen for who I am and not who you think I am. I want you to see my flaws and understand where they have come from, to not judge me by them, but guide me with patience to do better with an understanding of how my imperfections came into being. It is that type of understanding that I crave, for it is free from selfishness and personal gain, it is giving, unburdened and riddled with a deep knowledge of who and why I am. I want to be seen for my strengths and I want them to be revered in their own light. I want to be given the grace to make mistakes without the fear that you will not see me anymore. I want to love openly and freely in my own way and I want it to be enough with the understanding that I am giving all I know. I want to be accepted without a list of conditions, so that I can feel the weightlessness of knowing that I am enough. All I want is for you to look at me and let me be me. Let me be me so that I have the liberty to grow and change, the capacity to be fearless. Let me be me so I can give you the best version of me, let me be me so that I can learn to love who I am. Let me be me so that when I look at you, I see you looking at me.

Beautiful and wild, yet at the complete mercy of all that surrounds us. Growing from the muddy roots of our past and drawing sustenance from surrounding energy. The real test of any flower is how well we are able to withstand the storm. Are we strong enough to weather the turbulence? When our petals are no longer flawless, do we have the resilience to bloom again? Does our power lie in the torn and delicate petals that now carry an imprint of our courage? How do we embrace our imperfections, our fragility and find our power from within? How can we show the world that a flower blooms by embracing vulnerability and blooming again and again, no matter the weather?

What would it be like to really feel the breeze?
As it travels by, awakening all my senses,
Would I then stop?
Or would it be when the sun wakes for the day,
Rising until its rays warm the stagnant energy within me?
Or maybe it’ll be the moon with all its ethereal splendour,
And I’ll marvel at the glow that it shines on us.
Would I see it then?
How jealous I am of the trees, the sun, and the moon,
For it appears they have mastered one of the most beautiful energies to exist,
The energy of wonder,
The energy of abundance,
The energy of receiving,
By simply basking in the energy of being.

When mastered, the state of being can be described as an effortless, calm and peaceful existence. A state of abundance, serenity and a feeling of being completely grounded in the present moment, free from the noise of the past and expectations of the future. Like nature, we become the observers of our lives, fostering a deeper connection to ourselves, and the world around us. A gentle flow, a quiet strength and a more authentic way of living. 

Have you ever felt what it’s like to fly above the storm?

To see the storm but not make it your norm?

To soar above the clouds, high like an eagle,

Holding your composure and feeling regal?

What if I told you that it was possible?

To view the world, your joys and sorrow,

Without bringing that energy into your tomorrow?

So that every day, you begin and end

With steady wings that won’t bend.

To see the life that’s unfolding before you,

With a piercing, unfaltering state of vision,

Where anything that’s happened is already forgiven.

You are free to fly unburdened and clear,

And see what it’s like to live with clarity not fear.

An eagle does not run away from a storm. An eagle flies directly into the storm and uses the turbulence from the storm to rise above it. So is the nature of clarity. To see our experiences as arising and passing, like a storm, and to view them with the sharpness and understanding that they do not need to stay with us tomorrow. There is a stillness that arises then, a sharpness, a focus like an eagle before it descends on its prey, where nothing else matters, nothing else can enter your field, because even during the storm, you are the calm.