To the founder who blooms late
- Lucy Down
- Apr 4
- 1 min read
To the founder who wonders if she’s missed her moment,
watching others rise while she waits in the wings—
not idle, but becoming.
To the one who feels destined for more,
though she can’t yet name it,
like a bud on the cusp of spring,
tuned to a rhythm only nature can hear.
Until one day,
the stirring in her soul grows louder than the doubt,
and she leans in—
not rushing, just ready.
And there it is:
the unfurling.
Of her gifts.
Her voice.
Her quiet power.
Her wild majesty.
She learns to trust her own becoming,
her own timing,
her own definition of success.
Because some blooms are worth the wait.
And hers was always on time—
not just for her,
but for those still waiting in the quiet,
watching for a sign.
Now, she is the sign.
The soft light ahead.
Illuminating the path
she once walked alone.
~ Kindred Founders ~
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