24/10/2025
The true harvest is never what we hold —
it’s who we’ve remembered ourselves to be.
Every ghost of an old self
has melted into light within my heart.
Every seed I planted in trust
is now blooming in golden frequency.
I smile from the quiet knowing
that transformation can be tender —
soft, radiant, effortless —
when it’s led by love.
This season I harvest light.
I harvest truth.
I harvest the joy of being me ☺️
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