A Life in Flow

Morning light fills her quiet home. She exhales, grounded. Bare feet on

floors, a warm mug in hand. She smiles, finding space.

Laptop closes. Work flows easily, time reclaimed. She steps outside. Sun on skin.

Fingers brush wildflowers, knowing their stories. Golden hour. Her guitar hums. Her voice rises,

warm and unafraid. Firelight flickers. Friends laugh. Connection, belonging,

ease. A peaceful home. She stands rooted, capable. A new chapter

claimed. Small hands reach. Laughter spills easily. She is here, fully.

In flow, in rhythm, in trust. Not rushing. Receiving.