Blooms of Light
- Tony Moen
- 5 days ago
- 2 min read
✨ This life appears in blooms of light, the bright of stars in dim of night. ✨
If you pay attention long enough, you start to see the patterns: light doesn’t erase darkness, it reveals itself within it. Stars only shine against the backdrop of the night. Growth only feels sacred because of the struggle you go through to get there. Clarity only lands so softly, because confusion once ruled with an iron fist.
We spend so much energy trying to eliminate the dark seasons. We do our best to avoid them, outsmart them, medicate them. We attempt to distract ourselves from them...but some of the most transformative seasons of my life have come wrapped in uncertainty, doubt, loss, and rebuilding from a sense of absolute nothingness.
The bloom doesn’t fight the soil.
It pushes through and rises above it.
A heart exposed, arms lifted, hold your light high like something earned, not handed over. That’s how it feels sometimes. You don’t stumble into wisdom, rather you carry it with you in moments only you can see. You bleed for it. You sit in uncomfortable self-reflection long enough to see your own shadow clearly… and then you choose not to be ruled by it.
When you zoom out, you see it everywhere...the cycles and seasons, the waxing and waning, expansion and contraction. The universe itself teaches that dimness is not absence, it’s a sort of preparation. It’s recalibration. It’s the in-breath before the next exhale of unbridled light.
I’ve learned to stop asking, “Why is this happening to me?”
Rather questioning, “What is blooming inside of me through this?” instead.
If you dare to look close enough within yourself, something always is. Not every season feels triumphant. Not every chapter feels cinematic. Some are slow and some are heavy. Some are quiet battles no one sees.
This life doesn’t unfold in constant brightness; it unfolds in blooms.
🪬💙🙏
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