Summer arrives

not to rush you,

but to ripen you.

What once trembled

as a fragile beginning,

now asks to be nourished

with devotion.

This is the season

of embodied choice.

The season

of becoming responsible

for where your life force flows.

Not everything must grow.

But what you lovingly feed,

will become fruit.

May you soften into receiving.

May your body remember pleasure.

May your nervous system remember safety.

May your heart remember joy.

May you let go

of the sprouts that didn’t bloom.

Love them.

It was meant to be that way.

Let yourself become wild.

Present.

Sensual.

Alive.

Let the sweetness of life

reach you.

Celebrate what is already here.

Celebrate what is ripening.

Celebrate the woman you are becoming.

You are not here

to force life.

You are here

to love it deeply enough

that it opens.