When my body aches, my mind gets cluttered
or my heart feels heavy, I allow myself the gift of rest.
I curl up, close my eyes, and let my hair down.
I allow myself to be still & bare without telling myself
something is wrong me or that I’m not enough.
I surround myself with patience & care,
the kind that feels like being held by soft reeds
that conform their shape to mine.
I allow myself to dream…
to be in wonder of the path I have already walked,
and to envision the one I cannot see
but know is unfolding.
And then I wait.
And in this place of tender rest,
I am enough.