How often my mother told me:
Julietje, il faut laisser le temps au Temps.
(You need to give Time the time)
How often I need to remember that.
When it comes to life, I’m so impatient, as if I want to push myself through it, grabbing as many expriences as possible on the way.
But my purpose so often seems to be lying into waiting.
My life is like the sea, with low and high tides.
It’s low tide now
I surrender to the waiting, to the stillness
And I breath