Slow down sometimes, when you can. Think of the pace of a garden. Always growing, ebbing and flowing, progress being sometimes invisible and sometimes overnight.
Tend to the earth of your body, mind, and soul. Weed out what doesn’t belong, plant what nourishes, and care for it. Again and again. A constant tending of love. The invitation is to take pleasure in the process, and in the sheer miracle of being alive.
Delight in the ability to flourish and experience the sun on your skin, the dirt in your hands, the sound of the breeze. Whatever it is you are doing- BE that doing.
Everything is energy. Vibrate with that knowing, and become one with all that is.