╔◇═══ ஓ๑🪷๑ஓ ═══◇╗ I am Nelumbo flow Always been dormant nux Always be lotus flux ╚◇═══ ஓ๑🌱๑ஓ ═══v⁵╝ I want to sprout like. yesterday, but there's no forcing germination. —Þolinmæði þrautir vinnur allar— Patience conquers all trials, my late grandfather would say. But here's the thing... Quiescence knows no patience. It simply is, tikkin' au naturel ✨️ ​I figure when you simply are, everything just is. Being doesn't wait —being happens now— ​Take nuts and seeds: they aren't waiting to sprout, longing for spring; they pulse potential until moisture, light & signals unlock their intricate code. They aren't enduring dormancy; they ARE dormancy —esse dormientium—being asleep. Now I'm going a lil' nuts myself. I'm done being patient, done waiting to sprout. I am sentient seed of potent me. I am the conditions that lead to growth; I am pondbottom. I am light refracting in water. I am water. I am all without which not, sine qua non. Incidentally, lotus blossoms blooming —Nelumbo nucifera—are pretty nuts! Wouldn't you be a lil' nuts in a lil' pod after losing all your petals? nux scattered, empty pod :/ all part of the cycle, all part of the rest ;] —the lotus knows when to open— ◆ Quiescence ◆─────┐ ┌─ 🌱── sprouting <──┘ └─➤ rooting [for ma beibý] ┐ ┌─ thriving <───────┘ └────➤ blooming ──┐ ¡nuts! < 🪷 ────────┘ ↻Again. do it again! Loop it↺ ◇══ flow══════╗ ╔═════ into nux ═╝ ╚═══ grow ═════╗ ╔══════ into flower ══╗ bloom into self ════╝ 🪷✨️ ╚════════════v⁵ ╝

I am grateful for the time I am able to spend with myself this week.

🦁 What does it mean to live a heart-led life? [ What would shift if I let my heart, not fear, lead the way? ] 🦁 What is calling to be released (what are we bringing forward) so I can rise? [ What stories, identities, or self-protections are ready to soften or fall away? ] 🦁 If I fully believed the universe was conspiring in my favour, how would I move differently this month? [ Where would I pause, leap, or rest? ]

If we put aside the noise of the mind, what remains? If nothing stirs emotion, what is felt? If there is no self to own the experience, who is there? Words fail to answer these questions — they belong to the very realm I’m questioning. They were once the way of knowing, until they no longer could reach the questions of my Soul. So I asked my Soul, How can I find you the answers? There was silence. And a smile. The silence was the answer. The smile was the knowing.

This by far has been my most enjoyable practice. I love the playful little girl I became…. Happy birthday to your mom. She’s got to be pretty special to have raised such a beautiful soul!