The Practice I Didn’t Choose

The Practice I Didn’t Choose

It Chose Me

I don’t chase clarity anymore.

If it wants me, it knows where I am.

I don’t hurry insight.

I’ve learned it arrives

when my body has somewhere to put it.

There was a time I believed love required effort—

that staying meant striving,

that rest was something earned after becoming enough.

Now, I notice what happens

when I don’t reach.

The day softens.

My shoulders remember gravity.

I stop bracing for the next understanding.

Nothing announces itself.

But something keeps meeting me—

in the way I breathe without thinking,

in the quiet agreement between my feet and the ground.

I am not waiting for more.

I am learning how to stay

long enough to feel

what was already here.

— Flower InBloom 🌱