Tender Moments
To even know where to begin with the conversation of integrating meaningful experiences into your daily life and actual self can be tough. Sometimes it hits you like a ton of bricks, and you have epiphanies and know exactly what to do next. The messages speak directly to you and the meaning seems clear. With that you are renewed and revived by clarity and purpose. Then there is the instance when you are sitting tenderly at the center of many thoughts and feelings coming at you from various depths and angles. What does it all mean?? It nags at you to unravel the mystery and begs to be seen.
This is your life. This is your mission. To swim the currents of the ocean you’ve been born into. Navigate the constellations that are road maps made just for you. The guideposts are everywhere, watching for them without overly focusing is part of the strategy. It feels like the Magic Eye illusion posters that require you to train your eyes to see the main picture. There’s a trick to be learned that allows you to more easily find it every time. Emotions make it difficult though, like a veil between you and the truth. If we had all the answers though, I suppose we could never feel the joy of learning and achieving.
I have had quite a Spring so far. A major theme was being in quite close proximity to women I admire, who I have watched a long time, who have influenced my life in different ways. Each time leaving me inspired, hopeful, excited, nostalgic, and a little disoriented. It has brought me to the contemplation of, who am I today? As a woman, an artist, a partner, a daughter, a friend, a human being, a flower. How do I show up for myself and others? Do I show up? Is it enough? For every wrong move or misstep, do I compensate with more goodness and right moves? OR am I just plain overthinking it all and not trusting in my commitment to good intentions and leading with love?
These experiences have brought me to a very tender place. So here I sit, with a cup of tea that I put together just for this journal entry, Rosemary, Crimson Rose, and Chamomile. They are the warm hug I need and the hair caress I crave. They are powerful and join the circle of the beautiful beings who have my attention these days.
It matters to me how I am affecting the world around me and the people that I love and respect so dearly. There is a fuzzy, gray area where you can lose yourself in the pursuit. Potentially losing sight of being authentic and true to yourself and being mindful of tending to your needs. Remembering to offer yourself grace, and the gift of a fresh start each morning to review, revise, and renew.
I am in awe of strong women, smart women. Both traits come from self-confidence, determination, self-love, and zest for life. They defy odds regularly, meet challenges head on, and dare anyone to stop them from succeeding and being their brightest selves! Living a life that reflects their truth. The glow of their auras is brilliant and warm as golden sun, drenching desert sand. Saguaros standing tall, wise, wild, and open-hearted towards heaven. I am reverent of the sisterhood, the triple goddess, the moon, and the sea.
I am a flower and proud to be. Doing my best always, to just be me.
Long live the queens!
Yours Truly,
Violet
Painting Artist: Elena Averina
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