Honoring the natural rhythm of your becoming. 

To Tend to yourself 

To tend to yourself  

Is not to fix 

But to listen – 

like leaning into the hush 

before dawn begins to speak. 

It is to pour water into dry soil 

without demanding bloom, 

To sit beside your own ache 

without rushing it to heal. 

To tend to yourself 

Is to notice the breath 

how it returns, 

soft & forgiving, 

even after you’ve forgotten it. 

It is to walk barefoot 

through the garden of your mind, 

pulling weeds not with shame, 

but with curiosity  

what grew here, & why? 

It is to say yes to your very own unfolding poem 

Each line still being written, 

around the lines, shapes & depths of your whole being 

Each line breaking  

Exactly where It must. 

To tend to yourself 

Is to become both the gardener & ground, 

Seed & sun, 

Held together by the quiet knowing  

that becoming 

was never meant to be rushed. 

May you unfold in your own divine timing ~ 

Trust in the purpose, presence & unknown of the in between.  

Rebel