Here's to those Blossoming in 2026
- Delia - Looking Forward Counseling
- Jan 6
- 2 min read
To Water the Roots & Planting Seeds of Intention-
Some Initiations Do Not Come with Celebrations.
They arrive quietly,
wearing the clothes of ordinary life—
and sometimes, even, extraordinary cruelty—
asking the heart to learn a deeper language.
They move through timing, through absence,
through the cold intelligence of systems
that forget the face of being human.
These are the wounds that teach discernment
the way fire teaches respect.
And through cold, we come to know
the depth of being warm.
Healing is not the forgetting of what happened.
It is the act of turning toward the truth
without letting it consume the soul
or steal its tenderness.
It is reclaiming joy—
remembering that it has been longing
to greet you all this time,
that it is never too late
to come home.
It is learning how to carry grief
so it does not harden into poison
but ripens into medicine—
a balm that outlives the wound.
There comes a moment—
always quiet—
when survival loosens its grip
and the spirit re-emerges,
more fully knowing its capacity.
When you realize that tenderness survived
not because it was protected,
but because it was in the seed of potential all the while—
in a way that is infinite and unwavering.
To choose to live from that root—
to let clarity guide,
to let discernment sharpen listening,
to remain human in a world
that so often mistakes hardness for strength—
opens the heart
to its own becoming.
Some stories are not meant to be shouted across time.
They are meant to be buried, tended,
and allowed to compost
until they feed something truer.
Like a garden that continues to unfold,
even when uprooted—
its beauty still shaping the landscape.
What survives the fire
was never meant to be ash.
It is meant to warm
the places where we make sanctuary
and break bread—
the quiet ways we keep one another safe,
across time,
and keep the spirit alive.
