Dear You,
I know the dirt feels heavy sometimes. The grief. The questions. The endless waiting for something—anything—to change.
It can feel like life has buried you. But what if, instead, you’ve been planted?
Seeds do their most important work in the dark. They split open, stretch deep roots, and prepare for the day they’ll rise toward the light. You, too, are doing sacred work here, even if no one else can see it yet.
You don’t have to rush. You don’t have to bloom overnight. All you need to do is keep breathing, keep being, and trust that something new is stirring beneath the surface.
With tenderness,
Alishia
