When the season of bloom sets in, we embark on journeys that take us places. Navigating the oceans of fright, acquainting ourselves with rising and falling waves of persistence, we keep on the journey until we catch our drift.
What once looked distant and far-fetched is in front of us now. A glimpse into the horizon where the hopeful sun rises from the ocean of courage, gently kissing the raging waters of trepidation, we finally feel arrived at our resting place.
Consumed by the glory of this moment, we allow, breathe, and pause.
And the more we stay, we recognize the subtle onset of the seasons of stillness.
It’s moments like these when we deeply understand that while there are journeys that are meant to find ourselves, some journeys are meant for us to lose ourselves.
Love,
Charvee
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