Where Wild Grace Blooms - Notes from the Wilderness of Becoming

For every woman who’s ever closed her eyes, and remembered who she is. 

There are moments, and a lot of them, when the world grows too loud—when expectations, comparisons, and the weight of “should” blur the edges of who we are. 

Gradually, and over time, we begin to lose what we really want in this life, and start to hide the longing of our heart. More often than rare, we quiet the voice of ourselves, we play small, we harden, and we grow numb inside the hustle. We build armor. This is the protection we build against pain, shame, and judgement. 

We start to forget the softness beneath it all. The quiet knowing of our intuition that once guided us. The beauty in simply being who we are and accomplishing in our own time. The pieces and moments in life that truly make us  rich.

It’s very easy to do, to lose ourselves in the noise - checking boxes, keeping pace with what everyone else seems to be doing, and silently measuring our worth against theirs. And, as women, especially in childhood, we’re often taught that our value is tied to accomplishments, appearances, or milestones that someone else has set and those measurements become our own measuring stick across our lives leaving us to never measure up. 

My dad used to have a saying for it, and maybe you’ve heard it too “Keeping up with the Jones’s”, reminding me that it’s so common to compare our lives and hit the check marks that there is actually a saying for it within our culture.

But what if the only measurement, and the only boxes we needed to hit that mattered were the one we hold for ourselves? What if the true path to peace, fulfillment, and being truly being rich lies in embracing who we are and what we actually want in this one life? 

It reminds me that authenticity isn’t just a current buzz word, it is one we are all desperately crying out for. It isn’t about perfection, check boxes, or rigidly following a path that looks “right” on the outside someone else has created for us to follow, nor is it holding on tight to the armor designed to protect us. 

It is about reconnecting with our true self, listening to the quiet voice that knows our desires, following our intuition, and honoring the authentic person we are becoming, rediscovering that softness beneath it all. 

This journey, this road of ending the comparisons and following our own heart, is a quiet rebellion, a new kind of strength that doesn’t require armor, an act of embracing self-discovery and personal growth, an embrace that leads us back to who we’ve been all along. And while, it isn’t always tidy, it isn’t always pretty, nor is it linear, it is in the untamed, imperfect moments that our most beautiful transformation takes place.

For me, this piece was born in that moment of surrender—when I stopped reaching for what I thought I should be, what I should create, and what I should have accomplished by now, instead dropping the armor and started listening for what wanted to emerge.

She came forward from a place outside of myself when I let go. She is knowing that something bigger than all of us can tap us back in to what we need to know, sometimes desperately.

A reminder that grace is not something we earn. It’s something that blooms in the wilderness of our truth—unmanicured, uncontained, and profoundly human, we just can’t see it until we drop the false narrative that every one else but us has this all figured out.  Grace is in each of us. 

It’s a tapping into remembering that stillness and quiet holds space for us to return to our own hearts, who we are, and what we need. To breathe deeper. To remember that we were never meant to fit neatly into the noise, but to rise above it in our own unique rhythm. That we can be strong without being hard. 

When we stop measuring our lives by the success of others, we begin to see the richness of our own experiences. The joy of a morning spent in quiet reflection, the courage to try something new without approval, the gentle recognition of how far only we’ve come since yesterday—all of these are markers of our own growth, and our own growth is all that matters. 

When we embrace who we are beneath the mask, follow the path our hearts long for, and give approval to ourselves instead of waiting for it from others, we start to bloom in ways that are entirely our own, much like the wild grace reflected in, Where Wild Grace Blooms.

When you experience this piece I hope you too remember—the quiet power that lives within your own softness, your own strength, and your own becoming.

I hope she find a place on your wall and in your heart, as a reminder of what grows when we let ourselves simply be. ~Where Wild Grace Blooms

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Hey, I'm Sabrina, the lady behind the artwork.