by Deborah Anne Quibell | 08-03-2015

Find a moment to be still

And in that moment, allow an unfolding – wide, tender and striking

I have long awaited an opening to place my palm

I have long awaited a vulnerability that softens under my gaze

and does not collapse with my touch

Unfold the petals and you will see.

The receptive soil of your heart is the precious land upon which I buried your purpose

Your task now, my love, is simply to open to the rain.

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Author: Deborah Anne Quibell

Author: Deborah Anne Quibell

As a writer and editor, Deborah Quibell believes in the pure magic of words. She is deeply interested in what inspires and moves us creatively. She sees writing, not only as way to tap into our true voice (and bring our unique messages out into the world to touch others) but also to discover un-accessed parts of ourselves. A lover of mystery, poetry, imagination, and language, she lives for moments of captivation and is mesmerized by the human heart—our capacity to love, connect, and express. She works, as a writer, healer, and teacher, towards creating a world re-enchanted and re-ensouled. She is currently pursuing her PhD in Depth Psychology, with an emphasis in Jungian and Archetypal Studies from Pacifica Graduate Institute, and teaches meditation, yoga, and pranic healing. She now resides in Amsterdam, where she writes columns for various publications and plucks away at her dissertation. She can often be found with a cappuccino in one hand and a green juice in the other.