While connecting with my own inspirational gifts, I came to realize that the subtle movement of my inspiration was never focused outward. I felt pressured by it, but the flow was happening (or not happening) inward. I never saw it as magic, because I was used to struggling with it.

Very slowly, gently, and at my own pace, the struggle became curiosity. I realized how important it was to deeply honor my feminine gifts and let them bloom in the way they wanted to. The blindness of becoming held all my inspiration.

Within that gentle and tender unfolding, I saw how my early striving was also rooted in the inspiration of becoming Me. And without that striving, I could never have seen myself unfold the way I was meant to—through slowness, softness, and being.

The magic of inspiration rooted in my being went both ways. What I was running from and what I was walking towards. What I had learned and what I unlearned. Who I was and who I was not.

It was all me. And there is so much beauty and inspiration in that.

The truth of the feminine is hidden in both, because it is always there. A sacred, creative, safe space, where seeds grow even in what feels like the most barren soil.

They will bloom anyway.

Because we are, in all our magic. We never left, and we will always guide ourselves toward the flowers that the seeds have become.

Because it’s us. We are. In all that we are.

You can never lose yourself, because you always are. And that’s enough. So much more than enough.