The trees don’t rush to bloom. 

The tide doesn’t apologize when it recedes.

Why should you?

You are part of this rhythm,
ebb and flow,
reach and return.

There is nothing broken in your stillness.

Nothing shameful in your pause.

This isn’t backsliding.
It’s gathering.

Even when you feel far from shore, the tide always returns.

And so will you.

Not because you forced it.

But because it is your nature
to rise again.