In every season, a different version of me blooms.
There are winters inside me —
Times when everything grew cold and still, and the only thing to do was survive.
Times when silence was my only song.
There are springs inside me —
Moments when hope pushed through cracked ground, green and stubborn.
When dreams bloomed again, shy at first, then bold.
There are summers inside me —
Days when laughter rolled like thunder across my skies.
When joy was easy, like breathing, and I ran barefoot through every open door.
There are autumns inside me —
Seasons of letting go, of gratitude, of gathering what mattered before the frost returned.
I am not one season.
I am all of them.
I am the fierce heart of winter, the wild bloom of spring, the burning joy of summer, and the quiet wisdom of fall.
Every season has shaped me.
Every season still sings in my blood.
And no matter what season I’m standing in today —
I know now:
I was never meant to stay frozen.
I was always meant to keep moving, growing, and becoming.
Just like the earth.
Just like the light.
Just like me.
Well, I love your seasons 💜💜