The buds have begun to form on the bush beside our deck
And I render them in soft lavenders and blues,
as I would like to transform my often harsh, cold thoughts.
Though I work hard at allowing the budding of Divinity within my own stark human self, I forget. I fall back into a habitual, 3-dimensional view of the world. A simple change of focus from worry to gratitude liberates me from this self-imposed prison.
For too many years in habit and veil and from behind convent walls, my individuality was squeezed right out of me. I believed myself unworthy.
I continue learning how to open and soften to my own sweet and very deserving self
in spite of being expected to do otherwise.