It's lavender in full bloom, fragrant and purple buds spilling seed that ease tension within.
It's you rooting for me from the sidelines, even though you just met me.
It's that heart skip and the gushy feeling in my stomach when you text me pretty little nothings.
It's moving at a speed that feels in concert with my values, self-assured and non-force.
It's the pick-me-ups, the laughter, and the deep connection of just knowing that presence is being held in my honor.
It's the green of a leaf, the sun's warmth on my back, the feeling of driving too fast on a highway with the music too loud.
It's trusting in the flow, the right-action and the taupe colored nails.
It's symbols and signs and leaps into the hills, no helmet, no net.
It's asking for a date, pitted and sweet, and getting a whole date tree, ladder and hands to hold me up.
It's poems sent to my inbox because I had a moment of weakness, and hoorays in my honor for being the very best me I can be.
It's saying, "I want to see your pretty face," and the plans that follow.
It's having someone care, that before a week ago, didn't know my name.
I'm swimming in luxury without the bill and it's more splendid than a decadent chocolate torte.
The lavender is wild here, it grows under our feet and around the bed. I think and then I am, the ashwaganda has eased my mind, anxiety floating nowhere near, and I'm running full speed ahead with my heart in my hands saying, YES, YES, YES and bless this very day!
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