Nature as Mirror

Some days, I don’t know what I need until I step outside.
I’m not looking for answers — just reflection.

The tree that leans but keeps growing.
The ripple that returns to stillness.

Nature mirrors.
Not to fix, but to witness.

Just as the land endures wind and drought and still pushes through,
we too are healing in cycles.

The earth doesn’t judge the scars left by fire or lightning.
It doesn’t erase the past — it regenerates.

Every spring, new life pushes through the soil,
even after the coldest winter.
We can do the same.

Healing doesn’t have to be clean, fast, or free from marks.
Sometimes it’s slow and quiet.
Messy, but always there.
Always moving beneath the surface.

Like old-growth forest shaped by time and storm,
we grow into something stronger because of what we’ve weathered.

The land reminds us: even hurt holds the potential for return.

That witnessing becomes the ritual.
Noticing the light through leaves.
Letting a breeze shift something unnamed inside.
Sitting still long enough to feel something soften.

So if you’re unsure today—of what you need, or who you are—
step outside. Let the land find you.
Let it offer back some part of yourself you’ve forgotten how to see.

Let that quiet exchange be enough.
Let that be the ritual.

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