Things that matter take time to root and meaning takes time to blossom. Though we forget, time is a garden in which each of us is a seed breaking surface and eternally being born.
We are so ourselves when we are open to what is. We taste life as it is served to us, receiving the nourishment from the bitter and the sweet. In the great opening, our heart is ready to receive.
Spirit abides in everything awaiting our recognition. In our deepest quiet, we feel this Presence. We are held in the hands of Grace, forever safe in the heart of Love.