I do not arrive with fanfare.
I slip in softly - rising from wide, rippled leaves, pale as moonlight. My beauty is subtle. You have to pause to notice me.
But when you do… I offer stillness.
Relief.
A breath. I live close to the earth, in shade, where not everything needs to perform.
And still - I bloom.
Not loudly.
Not for praise.
But because I belong here, just as I am. “You do not need to shine to be seen.
You do not need to push to be worthy.
Your quiet presence is a gift.” Let the loud ones bloom above.
You - you are the calm in the undercurrent.
The softness beneath the striving.
The hush that holds the whole garden together. Rest, love.
You are enough - not in spite of your gentleness,
but because of it.
