🌾 The Beauty in Waiting
Not all things bloom at once.
Some wait for the hush after the storm,
for the soil to soften,
for the sun to find the right angle
to kiss them awake.
We are no different.
There is a rhythm beneath the rush,
a wisdom in the slow turn of seasons
that no clock can measure.
Patience is not passive.
It is presence.
It is the art of listening
to what the body knows
but the world forgets—
that becoming takes time.
A seed does not doubt its path
just because no one can see it yet.
It rests.
It breathes.
It trusts.
And one day, quietly,
without needing to prove anything—
it rises.
Not because it was forced.
But because it was ready.
Because it belonged to the light
all along.
Sharon Hartnett CST-D
614 653-8111
www.craniosacraltherapistcolumbus.com