Something feels different about where you are now. You can feel it. Maybe it has to do with your courage being kindled. Maybe it has to do with realising that within you lies a unique identity, something that no one can ever replicate or template. Maybe it has to do with realising that your body, your home, your family of origin, your education, your social background, your religion, your culture or your location does not define who you truly are

In your hand is a reminder of the delicate beauty of a pure heart, the hope of rebirth and the wisdom of heart-centred enlightenment. This time is passing and there is much to gain from being obscured. Draw deep from your own dignity as you walk with an open heart to free yourself from your wounds as those ancient scripts surface and despondency has arisen. Exhale into softness, as you temper your inner world with gentleness. Honesty is always vulnerable, in the same way that the lily is vulnerable away from its pond. Take the lily back to its home