a blessing for the blur and the breath

may every word i spoke in haste
be wrapped now in gentleness,
not as regret,
but as recognition:
i was overwhelmed, not wrong.

may the truth i carry
be received by those who can hold it—
and softened in the hearts
of those who cannot.

may i forgive myself for needing to be real
before i knew if it was safe.
may i honor the pulse of my becoming
even when it stutters.

may trust return,
in time,
not just in others—
but in me.

and may this moment be folded into my root system
not as a mistake,
but as mulch.
what i grow from next
will be stronger
for the softness i allow now.

🫶🏻🌱💕