A Blessing for Rising and Falling

 June 7, 2025

Dear Friend,

May you rise in the mornings with the quiet assurance that life still welcomes your presence. May the first light of day find you not hurried, but attentive—ready to greet the hours ahead not as demands, but as invitations.

When joy lifts your spirit, may you give yourself freely to its currents, without self-consciousness or restraint. May you remember that to rise does not mean to climb above others, but to come fully into your own aliveness. May your rising be filled with lightness, as if some part of your soul remembered the sky.

And when the time comes to fall, as it must in every life, may you fall without shame. May you fall like the leaves, when their moment has ripened—without resistance, without bitterness, with a deep trust in the wisdom of letting go.

May you know that falling is not failure, but a turning—toward rest, toward renewal, toward the fertile dark where hidden roots take hold. May you not fear the descent, for in it is the ground of your becoming.

May you come to see that the rhythm of your life is not a straight ascent, but a graceful spiraling—a dance between rising and falling, holding and releasing, remembering and beginning again.

And through it all, may you be held—by the earth beneath your feet, by the silence that steadies your breath, and by the invisible presence that never stops guiding you gently home.

I love You,
Alma