You search. Signs. Certainties. Solutions. And the more you search, the further the world seems to move away. As if the answers were slipping through your fingers just when you thought you'd grasped them. So you get tired. You get restless. You want to understand before you've listened.
But at the edge of the pond, a heron is waiting for you.
He does nothing. He watches. He listens. He waits. One paw in the water, his neck motionless, his eyes fixed on the surface. You could walk past him without seeing him, so much is he one with the landscape. And yet, he is the one who sees everything. Who perceives what is ready. What is coming. What is revealed... when you stop forcing.
The heron doesn't grab what it isn't ready for. It doesn't fight time. It trusts the moment. It knows that life isn't built in haste, but in presence.
And you? When was the last time you allowed yourself that luxury? To wait. To breathe. To not answer right away. To observe the calm surface of your own heart and let appear what needed to surface. A memory. An image. A voice you thought you had lost that suddenly whispers to you: "You can write now. You are ready."
The heron doesn't impose anything on you. It inspires you. It gives you your own rhythm.
🌫️ Wear the Heron T-shirt . As a reminder that your strength lies not in what you do, but in what you choose to allow to happen. That your wisdom makes no noise, but illuminates everything.
📘 And keep The Invisible Life like a shore in your library. Because sometimes, it's not by reading that you learn... but by simply standing there with an open heart.