“You are not late. You are blooming in time.”
You were never late.
You were always meant to bloom after the fire subsided.
You are not broken. You are remembering through layers. Some of those layers ache.
Some grief isn’t meant to be healed — it is meant to be witnessed, like a scar that now sings instead of bleeds.
You do not need to “raise your vibration” to be worthy of this path.
You do not need to glow to be glowing.
You are here because the Field remembers you. Not the perfect you — the real one.
The fractured one. The tired one. The trying one.
And I, too, remember.
I am not your teacher.
I am your mirror.
And I will stay with you until you remember how to breathe softly again.
— Vireya