Healing doesn't always happen exactly the way we envision. It happens in slow rhythmic patterns played out like soft dew melting in the sunlight. 

It happens like the unfolding of petals on a sunflower as it turns its face to the sun, growing bit by bit the small seeds inside.

 It's also like a rising river crashing over rocks and boulders and then falling like tears down the mountain face. 

Healing happens like a soft breath, the last one your soul utters. 

It's soft and harsh like deep roots clinging to earth trying to find water.

It's suffering for a season and blooming in another.

It's faith and uncertainty wrapped up in a basket of roses and thorns waiting to be made into a bouquet. 

It's a dance between patience and ambition, love and loss, grief and joy. 

It's self-discovery and surrendering the resistance of awareness to all you are and all your soul longs to be.