Blooming
I wonder what is happening that I cannot see.
Something below the surface or beyond the horizon or between the questions and answers.
A spark, a whisper, a prayer.
And today I don’t need to know what, I just want to trust that something more is happening.
To let go and remember the beauty of becoming, the joy of blooming.
Trusting that small faithful steps lead us further than we could ever dream or imagine.
And I imagine I'll continue to dream about what is happening that I cannot yet see.
A hope, a moment, a breakthrough.
With hope,
Tanner