I’ve felt them.
When the body heals, it is an open channel.
Vulnerable. Weakness comes before strength.
Tears. Softness. But underlying gratitude.
I am thankful.
I trust in this process.
I trust my body.
Because I know without any doubt,
That my body is always the last to catch up.
So I stop.
I turn inward.
And I BE.
Sometimes the hardest thing to do,
Is the thing we need the most.
When slow doesn’t come naturally,
A little necessary force can make it flow.
This is healing.
This is an awakening.
This is a new chapter.
This is self-care on a deep level.
I sit with my discomfort.
I open my heart.
My eyes may be tired,
But there is a spark of inner knowing.
My mind may be exhausted,
But my heart is full.
I stop. I rest.
Just for now.
Because tomorrow is a new day,
And a new adventure awaits.