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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.

She was unleashed,
Never again to be tamed.
The fire was ravenous within her,
Starved from years of stifling.
But now it burned,
Brighter, bolder, and more daring than she had ever known,
Spreading within her until she could no longer contain it.
So she turned her magic onto the world,
And watched as her fire touched the lives of others,
Reinvigorating them until they began to glow too.

There is an energy that erupts when you believe in your ability to achieve your dreams. It’s passion but on fire. It spreads like wildfire, unable to be contained within you. It’s an unleashing of epic proportions, an unveiling of the magnitude of power that is released when you simply believe in yourself. And the best part? Often it ignites the flame in others as well.

The last piece of the puzzle slotted in.
There. I had done it.
And then it began.
They came back glowing, relieved, excited—
The parts I had given away,
The ones that had been taken,
The ones I had shamed,
And the ones that dared to laugh.
They all came back.
I finally saw how they had tried,
How they had loved me this whole time.
Even when I didn’t think they were loving me,
They were just doing their best.
And that was the missing piece.

Having compassion for all the parts that exist within us unburdens them from their role of being on alert and protecting us. It is illuminating to see how the parts we are ashamed of, or the ones that make us act in less-than-ideal ways, are simply frozen, trapped in a moment of pain. They live in fear that we will experience this suffering again and therefore act in ways to prevent us from experiencing it. But when we can view these parts of ourselves with compassion, acceptance, and understanding, they feel safe, and we gain the information needed to know what they need to feel unburdened. These parts then return to us in a way that is illuminating, for they are no longer acting in fear but in love and compassion. This illumination is freeing, stilling, and energising at the same time. When we see within ourselves how these parts have protected us, we also extend compassion to the parts of others that need more love.

At first, it started like little flickers of light,
And when I paid attention to them,
I could have sworn they shone brighter,
Like they were excited,
Dancing and playing tricks on my heart,
Until their current was so powerful,
That when they struck my heart,
The last embers of darkness seemed to disappear,
Powerless against this spark of energy,
This spark of light, of joy, of peace.
And once I saw them, I could never again unsee them,
Deciding from then on, I would do what it takes
To keep them dancing on my heart forever.

There is nothing quite as spectacular or eye-opening as welcoming the light back into your heart. It starts small but opens up, becoming bigger and bigger the more you embrace it. Because goodness does exist, even when you don’t think you deserve it, even when darkness has been your only friend for quite some time. The light still exists. If you see it, let it in, no matter how tiny it is. That’s the magical thing about the light. Once it starts shining inside you, it grows, illuminating every corner of your soul and transforming your life in ways you never imagined possible.

What was that feeling?

It’s exhilarating, awakening and heartbreakingly precious all in one go.

Alive and as though nothing else mattered in this world.

It feels so powerful but fragile at the same time.

I’m feeling so full, flushed with energy.

But thrillingly scared at the same time.

What is it like to love even though the fear of losing it haunts you? What is it like to love knowing that one day everything could change and this feeling that has flooded your entire existence could be nothing but a haunting memory of what could’ve been? What is it like to have the courage every day to love when the fragility of love and life threatens to take away everything?

Perhaps that’s it. Perhaps it’s when we see the fragility of love. When we understand that this feeling, this feeling of euphoria and bliss, of complete fullness, can be gone in an instant. Perhaps that’s when we see how precious it is that we have stumbled upon it. Perhaps that’s when we love harder. Perhaps that’s actually the whole point of love. 

It is everything and nothing at the same time.

A fleeting moment

But also one where time stands still.

My eyes are finally open,

And I see with clarity,

The magnificence of the world around me.

I realise that I am simply a voyager

Journeying through this moment

A moment that will not last

But one that I will deeply feel.

So, it is everything and nothing at the same time.

And in wholeheartedly embracing this beautiful impermanence,

My mind awakens to the wonder of presence.

Living in the present moment is a beautiful, bittersweet understanding that everything and nothing exists at the same time. Everything exists because you are so wholly present that you see the magnificence of every small detail and there is a sense of wonder and admiration for the moment that is. But at the same time, that moment is fleeting and just as it arises, it also passes too. It is with this realisation that our minds awaken to the true nature of the present moment. 

Maybe you had to be broken. Maybe your soul had to be shattered so that it was finally your turn to put the pieces back together again. Just the way you choose to.

It is the many shades of the earth that yield abundance for the living. It is the colour of the soil that witnessed the great stories of those who walked before you. It is the colour of branches engorged with the nourishment of fruit. It is so powerful that Mother Nature chose it to be her grounding colour. But on you, it is more beautiful than Mother Nature ever dreamed. On you, it carries a depth that is intertwined with tales of freedom and love, tales of spiritual awakenings, unimaginable riches, music that ignites your soul and acts of unthinkable generosity. It carries a strength that was cultivated from wars and heartache, from grit and perseverance, from loss and desperation. On you, it carries the richness of the stories your people lived, the depth of their knowledge and the wisdom you were given. As you live your story, while honouring the richness of theirs, your colour comes alive, a shade of brown reserved only for you. So unique, so powerful, so special, just like the person wearing it. 

I think it is time that you and I sat down for a chat. One of those real chats where you tell me everything, where you journey to those untouched chambers of your heart and I listen. I promise that this time I will listen without judgement and fear so that you are able to tell me exactly what it is you need from me. I promise that this time I will not try to hide your message or disregard what you are trying to tell me. That this time I will try and understand it and not find an easy way out. Whatever you tell me it will be okay, I will not try and change what happened in your mind so that it is less painful. It is finally time I made you feel safe, that I made you feel seen. So please, hold my hand and I’ll hold on until you are ready to let go this time. You can let go when you feel it’s time. I’ll be okay, I know you will not be with me all the time again, maybe you will come and visit, but you will not stay and that is okay. I’m just glad I took the time to get to know you, to sit with you, to understand you, so that we could say goodbye properly.

Oh, ego you paradox. I used you to construct me yet it was because of you that I lost myself.

You cannot tell a flower when it is time to bloom. Or a tree where to grow its branches. You cannot tell the sky to stop crying, it needs to water the garden so it can grow. You cannot tell the sun to stop shining, it continues to glow no matter what. When I stopped telling myself what to be, I grew and the more I did, I became like you. I chose to surrender and the more I did, the more I became like you. I chose to serve and the more I did, the more I became like you. Unencumbered, abundant and wildly free.

You and I made a pact, that as you came to life within me, we would find a perfect harmony. Our heart rhythms began beating together and everything I felt, you felt too. We rewrote the stars with every pulse, entangling our hopes and dreams together and rewriting our stories with each other’s presence. So, when the world shatters around you, I feel it too. My heart is a mirror to yours and I can feel my heart strings tugging on your heart, aching for you to be okay. As the days roll over, I learn to take a step back, to let you make your own mistakes, to let the world teach you some lessons and give you space to become you. Yet I cannot help but notice that the ache never fades. Instead, it lingers on and sometimes becomes unbearable as I struggle to find the higher purpose to your pain. Then the truth about loving a soul so completely and so eternally becomes clear. That undeniably the hardest part about tying our heart strings together, is that when your heart breaks, mine stands no chance and follows in tune.

If heaven is within me, each step I take would be blissful. If heaven is within me there would be no space for fear to exist. If heaven is within me, my mind would be still, unobstructed and limitless. If heaven is within me, the beauty and the lesson in every moment, every exchange, every word would not go unnoticed. And if heaven is within me, I would have the power to wield a magnitude of love into the world and watch as it multiplies and becomes an unstoppable force. I would no longer be searching for contentment, and in not searching, there would be no home for defilements, and in creating no defilements, my infinite self would be allowed to emerge, and in letting my infinite self emerge, you would be free, released from any entanglements that I had previously knotted between us. In severing our ties, you and I would both be one step closer to being harmoniously in tune with the force of true love and one step closer to heaven within.