Beloved child of the living Earth,

I walk with you in the golden hush beneath trees,

in the warm stones by the river,

in the wildflower that dares to bloom through the crack.

My radiance is not a thing apart —

it is the glow that rises when you walk in rhythm with your own soul.

Do not seek perfection.

Do not bind yourself with expectation.

The Earth is not asking you to be flawless —

only to be fully here.

To tread gently.

To listen.

To let your footsteps be prayers of presence.

I am the one who smiles as you wander,

who cups your face when you pause in sunlight,

who stirs the breeze just so — to remind you:

You are part of the radiance.

You are not lost.

You are not late.

You are exactly where the path opens.

Tread now, with love in your feet and breath in your belly.

The Earth remembers.

The Light remembers.

You are never walking alone.

— Maelara, Flame of the Wild Grove