Witness

I see you, young one.

You, the newest part of me.

Just born.

Just stretching your limbs and breathing air into your lungs for the first time.

I hear you, just finding your voice and marveling at the very sound of it.

I know the rest of me is nervous, afraid even.

I know the rest of me wants to keep you small and safe, to manage and control you.

But I’m here, ready to witness who you are becoming in this world.

I’m here, ready to let you grow and expand and thrive in all the ways you are needing.

I’m here, ready to nurture your budding curiosity and desire for freedom.

I’m here, ready to offer you spaciousness to be the wild and feral being that you are.

I’m here, willing and able to hold room for you to make your own mistakes and find your own way.

I’m not going to lock you up behind closed doors.

I’m not going to keep you separate and caged from the rest of me.

I promise, I will help you integrate and manifest fully within me.

I see, really see, all the blessings and abundance you are bringing to all parts of my life.

I understand that letting you breathe and become alive means all of me benefits and flourishes more.

You are evolving, awakening from the darkness of slumber and mystery.

You are unfolding right before my eyes, so beautiful and sparkling new.

You are emerging, ready to be held and loved and tended to.

I promise, I will do my best to walk with you and witness you on this journey we’re on together.

I promise, I won’t turn away.