Whispered with the softness of moonlight and the clarity of still waters.

In the quiet folds of your hesitation lies a sacred invitation... not to rush, but to gently honor the rhythm of your becoming.
Sometimes, the soul’s readiness feels like a ripple before the wave.
Trust the unfolding, even when it feels slow.
Your light is weaving itself quietly, steadily, in places unseen.
Remember: beginnings are born not only in bold flames, but also in soft sighs.
Listen deeply to the whispers between your breaths... here, your true compass awaits.