#kyrasnotes

[kyjoyo]

the winter. the stillness. the silence. gentle, yet heavy. an endless slumber wrapped in a crystalline cocoon. we are resting, stripped to the bone of our layers, naked in the quiet. It is vulnerability, hope in the face of perceived destruction. winter is death and rebirth all in one, a delicate balance that lies within the ebb and flow of all-that-is. yin and yang. from our wounds comes the ability to heal; it is darkness that allows light.

[kyjoyo]

the autumn. the release. all that has once served, now letting go. warm days that bring a sweat to your brow. cool nights send a shiver across your skin. shedding layers of ourselves, a fragile form underneath, yet bundling up and coming together. how trees let go and leaves fall, only to feed the earth once more. A time of connection, of gratitude, of reflection. allowing yourself space with a sense of grace. 

[kyjoyo]

sweet summer, salt on your skin and a sip of iced tea tea. a soft peach brought to your lips and warm sunshine on your skin. lavender spills across evenings skies as the clouds blush and the sun says goodbye. a sense of freedom - a borderline carelessness and a deep, honey laughter that drips from your lips, outlined in golden sunlight. we are blooming, full in our being. filled with life and soaked in love. 

[kyjoyo]

in the spring of our lives, we are becoming. the delicate, weaving essence of rebirth that is fragrant in the air and sweet on the tongue. sweet becomings budding out into existence. the fragile silver lining of heavy clouds, ready to give breath to a sleeping land, the sweet gift of rainfall, pouring . the world is waking up again, and so are you.