Now that I am here—
not preparing, not striving,
but simply being—
I give myself permission to soften.

Let the plans rest.
Let the doing dissolve.
Let the hum of effort settle like silt
in still, clear water.

I don’t have to catch the beauty—
I am already held by it.
The wind, the sea, the sky—
they need no witness,
only presence.

In this moment,
I return to myself,
and I remember:
I am not here to prove,
I am here to belong.

With love
Laurina x