Held in the Eye of the Universe (A Meditation for This Season)

Dear love,

Take a breath before reading further.
Not the polite kind—the real one.
The kind that drops your shoulders and reminds your body it is not alone.

There is a particular comfort in staying in the eye of the universe.
Not chasing signs. Not forcing certainty.
Just standing—centered, covered, comforted, adored, and very much protected.

It is not fragility.
It is a divine placement.

Let yourself feel that now.
The sense that you are not wandering unquestioningly,
but moving within a larger intelligence that knows your name
and is frankly quite fond of you.

I galvanize in the spirit of love—not as an idea,
But as a posture.
Spine tall. Heart open. Standards intact.

Picture yourself walking through a forest of mysteries.
You don’t need answers to every path.
You don’t need to interrogate the fog.
You are allowed to marvel without mastering.

Your heart loosens in the sunlight of the ocean—
Salt clear what has clung too long,
rhythm reminding you that trust is ancient.
You are not late.
You are not behind.
You are in season.

Now feel the wind—
that twilight breeze that brushes past your cheek and says,
softly but with authority:
You are more than cherished.
Not tolerated. Not barely held.
Adored.

Let the unknown toss its little surprises your way.
Smile at them.
The divine feminine knows the difference
between danger and initiation.

Everything has its season.
Nothing blooms forever, and nothing stays buried forever either.
You do not rush the ocean,
and you certainly do not rush your becoming.

So stay here for a moment—
in the eye of the universe,
where nothing is demanded of you,
where your existence is already justified,
where your intuition gets the final word.

It is not passivity.
It is power that trusts itself.

When you’re ready, return—
but take Buts knowing with you:

You are covered.
You are guided.
You are exquisitely held.

And honestly?
The universe enjoys you.

With grace, wit, and ocean-deep calm,
Sherley Delia

Laughter as prayer. Presence as power. And Becoming