The morning greets me with a hush, a shimmer, and a path bathed in light.
I step forward not with answers, but with presence.
The garden does not ask anything of me—
it simply offers its colors, its warmth,
its quiet knowing.
Every flower, every leaf leans toward the sun as if to say,
“You belong here.”
The light streaming through the trees feels like a blessing from the earth itself,
as though nature is gently encouraging me to begin again.
I breathe it in.
Not everything needs to be solved today.
Some days are meant for noticing—
the curve of a petal,
the softness of air,
the way hope hides in plain sight.
With each step, something within me softens.
The beauty around me seeps inward,
quietly nudging me back to wholeness.
I walk slowly, letting the moment unfold.
There is grace in this stillness—
a kind of remembering.
I am alive.
I am becoming.
I am being renewed.
Laurel D. Rund
4/10/2025
