There’s a Carpenter Bee whom keeps visiting my balcony. Big. Black. Bold. And surprisingly… not frightening, though my instinct says otherwise. Every time she draws near, my heart skips, my arms react & yet my soul leans in. She’s not just a bee. She’s a mirror. A lesson. A test in trust. And maybe even… a messenger.
Then Henbit bloomed beneath my the porch, humble and unnoticed by most. She didn’t even ask for attention. She just grew.. she’s still growing .. resilient, vibrant, offering softness in the sharpness of gravel and stone. And I, being whom I am, heard her too.
This is how spirit speaks🤍
Through the bee that dares to hover close.
Through the wildflower that roots where no one expects her to.
Through our discomfort, our reactions, our unfolding
E v o l u t i o n
I realize something…
I haven’t been afraid of the bee
I have been afraid of my own inability to stay still in her presence.
E v o L u t i o n
And that’s what this season is calling me (and maybe you?) to do.
Not to conquer fear, but to breathe beside it.
To honor our flinching as much as our bravery.
To meet thee unknown with reverence, not retreat.
The earth is alive. The sky is listening. And we, too, are waking up again.
So here’s to thee soft return 🤍
The slow re-entry into our rituals, our nature🤍woven wisdom, our enchanted ways of knowing.
No pressure. No perfection. Just divine presence.
If you’ve been away from your center, if your magic’s been muffled, if your breath’s been heavy… you are not alone.
And now, maybe, is your time to return softly.
Reflection Prompts:
- What part of your inner world have you been flinching from?
- What symbol or creature keeps returning to you, asking to be acknowledged?
- What does your soft return look and feel like?
Power Affirmation Activation:
I honor the gentle unfolding of myself. I meet my fear with breath, and my truth with trust. I am allowed to return—softly, soulfully, wholly.
With love & purpose,
Enchantress Thee Babbler
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