These are the moments that make us.

These are the moments that make us,

The life changing choices crying on kitchen floors,

The earth-shattering tragedies,

Unspeakable joys that transform us,

The quiet moments of solitude,

Where we transition from one chapter to the next,

These are the nights that shape us,

The quiet contentment,

Where life doesn’t give us the hand we were expecting,

Where what we were hoping for hasn’t arrived just yet,

And we are in the void, the in between, the un-manifest,

These are the times where anything is possible,

Where life is unfolding, in the calm peace of surrender,

These are the experiences that strengthen us,

The moments of intensity, between life and death,

Where we are asked to choose,

Will we reset and start again,

Living life with presence and gratitude,

Will we seize second chances to walk in our life purpose,

Or fall back into old patterns,

These are the hours,

That teach us about resilience,

Where we are aware of the power of stillness, our breath and having the courage to accept support,

These are the minutes where letting go transforms us,

Just as the butterfly breaks through its shell,

Finally seeing the world in clarity,

These are the choice points, the catalysts, the split-second decisions,

That shake us to the core,

That pin-point a mirror on our deepest, purest sense of self,

That provide contrast,

Of what’s important and what’s just surface level worry and insecurity,

These are the moments,

That awaken us,

To our true nature,

Our mortality and our divinity,

Our beauty and our vulnerability.

These are the moments.