05/05/2026
In my metaphysical studies, there is a quote from the Talmud that returns to me again and again.
"Every blade of grass has its angel that bends over it and whispers β grow, grow."
Every blade of grass.
Not the chosen ones.
Not the powerful ones.
Not the ones born on the right side of a border or into the right family.
Every single one.
I've been sitting with this a lot lately β especially moving through this month's work on courage.
Because here is what I've come to understand:
It takes courage to believe that about yourself.
To truly believe your soul arrived here with purpose. That your becoming matters. That the angel assigned to your growth has never stopped whispering β even when you couldn't hear it.
But the deeper layer of courage β the one the world is asking of us right now β is this:
Being willing to believe it about everyone else too.
Including the ones who look different from you.
Including the ones the world has decided are inconvenient.
Including the ones whose growing makes the powerful uncomfortable.
You cannot be truly connected to your own soul and simultaneously decide that another soul matters less.
It is not possible.
The deeper you go into your own healing β the more you recognize that what is sacred in you is sacred in everyone.
Every blade of grass.
Every soul.
Every becoming.
The angel is still whispering.
Where in your life are you being asked to let something β or someone β grow? πΏ