Becoming

Thirty years on this beautiful, chaotic earth.

I am beginning to live life with more intention,

Experiencing the freedom that follows growing pains.

Still learning,

adjusting,

breathing,

allowing,

not forcing…

Letting go, again and again,

like the tide returning to the shore.

I am beginning to understand

my strengths.

How to play with energy,

in expansion and contraction,

like the rhythm of a lotus flower opening,

closing,

resting,

then blooming again.

I am learning to savor the minutes,

to live moment to moment,

breath by breath,

trying not to rush into the next thing too quickly.

The art of not wanting more, right away.

I carve space for compassion

on the hardest days,

listening for the gentle voice within,

the one that speaks kindly,

the one that nurtures me now

as the grown ass woman that I am.

My rituals keep me steady.

My boundaries keep me free.

I am befriending myself in a deeper way

as I continue unfolding

in this journey of becoming.