She returned to the roots! She needed to know!

It is a not so pretty process arriving to personal TRUTH after a lifetime of believing the lies and half-hearted truths as whole truths. But when life revealed itself as a lie, she could no longer deny there must be something of a new truth at the root.

Those stories she believed about herself were weeds choking the life out of what was here to thrive. She learned to exist in surviving for so long that she had forgotten she arrived to thrive.

There comes a time after digging through the dirt and clearing the debris where she discovers the shell of the seed of self that once was. She remembers she was the seed, divine and pure. She decides in that moment to begin to grow from the seed’s original plan, this time remembering that she was not the weeds but something more powerful. She is aware that a bloom doesn’t last forever but she stopped seeking the forever and choose to exist in the power of the moments that create beautiful experiences.

She nurtured and watered the soil with love. Attentive to the needs of what everything needs to grow into it’s best and truest version of self. Then one day in the silence of the not so obvious moments a bloom begins to break open and break free of the bud. The process has began. Suddenly one day there she is, in a full bloom so obvious and no longer hidden but what was once so ordinary has become extraordinary. Radiance arrives and the light is so bright there is nowhere for the shadow to hide. She appears and she begins to exist in the experience. This time she is aware that the bloom is only a part of the experience. This moment shall fade into the death of what was but the seeds will spread and she will return to the cycle of life’s moments and bloom once again when the time is right. She trusts in the timing, the cycles, and seasons of life.

She is no longer defined by the bloom, but exists in the beauty that grows in the wisdom of the cycles of life. She knows who she is at the core. She does not need to be forever defined by the moments of a temporary bloom.

Much love, Corrie