Hey you.
Welcome to a hit of hope.
When the commotion comes.
When it's too much.
Like a tree,
Find your roots.
What holds you?
Here.
Feel your breath in your body.
Let your body breathe this breath.
Now this one.
May you know that you hold light.
Just as light holds you.
May every strategy you try have love and hope in it.
May you come to understand what hurts.
May you come to understand what heals.
Of that which makes you small and afraid.
And see all that you do.
All that you are with the greatest of tenderness.
And if stuff comes up,
Embrace whatever it is.
As if you are comforting a child.
In the darkest of times,
May you find what shines.
In yourself and in others.
And then may you let everything go.
Just for this breath in.
And now for this breath out.
Remember,
You are stronger than you think you are.
Stronger than you might feel right now.
And you will blossom.
If not this season,
Then the next.
Give it time.
Cast all kinds of good seeds onto the back of the wind.
And see where your next takes you.
The wild.
Kneel before what is holy.
Open and whisper yes to mystery.
Everything beautiful is on its way.
Thank you.
