The Weaver of Time
She hated waiting, always running ahead, chasing what came next.
Until life slowed her down through loss of her home, the transitioning of her parents from life to life and close friendships that she held close to her heart.
She moved cities because the sacred timing of her soul had arrived.
A breakup that felt like a rug was pulled right under her feet and with all of that she experienced stillness she didn't ask for. It felt like failure. But in those quiet moments, she found herself.
She learned to braid her days like threads, gently and reverently. Now she says, "I am no longer in a rush, I no longer want to join the 5am hustlers club. I know that what I have been chasing will find me in this frequency of stillness and My soul is on time"
I am Precious the Healer πͺ·
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