It is safe for me to want beautiful things again. My dreams are seeds planted in sacred ground. I trust the visions rising from within
- It is safe for me to want beautiful things again.
My dreams are seeds planted in sacred ground.
I trust the visions rising from within me. They are not foolish — they are holy.
I honor the part of me that dares to imagine life beyond survival.
I am allowed to rebuild, to reshape, and to reimagine my life on my own terms.
My past does not disqualify me from a bright and abundant future.
Every small dream I nurture is a prayer answered to the woman I used to be.
I will not shame myself for wanting more. Desire is proof that life still lives inside me.
I can move slowly toward my dreams. Slow is sacred too.
Dreaming is not reckless — it is remembering who I was before the world told me to be small.
I do not have to ask permission to envision a bigger, softer, freer life.
My dreaming is a testimony. My healing is a promise kept. My future belongs to me.
đź–¤ You Are Allowed:
To dream without having it all figured out.
To want more even while you’re still healing.
To dream differently than you did before the hurt came.
To dream without rushing to prove yourself to anyone.
To dream without permission, without apology, without fear of being “too much.”
Your dreaming is not a betrayal of the past.
It is a blessing over your future.
Your dreaming does not erase the pain.
It honors that you are still alive enough, brave enough, beautiful enough to want.
🌸 When You Begin to Dream Again:
You begin to speak the language of your ancestors who believed in freedom they had never seen.
You begin to stretch your spirit beyond what was done to you.
You begin to plant seeds in soil that once held only graves.
You begin to live, not just survive.
🌸 A Whisper for Her Spirit:
Let your dreams rise, beloved.
Let them rise like prayers from the ashes.
You have survived enough storms —
now it’s time to build gardens from the rain.
