I am learning to soften. To be soft.
I am learning to not let the world harden me, sprout bitterness within me.
I am learning to be vulnerable, and to allow this vulnerability to grow.
I am learning to embrace beauty rather than hide it.
I am letting joy come from the simple things.
I am letting myself feel the joy that is in the simple things.
I am letting the simple things be enough, be beautiful.
I am appreciating the breeze on my nose, the grass beneath my feet, the sun on my cheeks.
I am appreciating the cloudy mornings, the bright afternoons, the chilly evenings.
I am appreciating the creativity in the everyday and the unproductive moments that shine.
I am finding contentment in the whimsical, I am finding the whimsical in the ordinary.
I am finding contentment in the burst of fresh oranges, in a spoken line of poetry, in the days that do not end.
I am seeking God and what He has given me.
I am seeking all the beauty in this world.
I am seeking what is full, what gives and what takes. The unrushed, the slow, the restful. The present.
I am seeking life.