You are perfect. Just as you are.
This morning, I sat in a quiet kitchen in Sapporo — the kind of quiet that feels sacred, not empty. The kettle had just finished its gentle song, and I was sipping tea, barefoot on the tatami floor, when I turned to the woman hosting me and softly asked:
“Did I do anything wrong?”
She paused, looked me in the eye, and said:
“You are perfect. You are perfect.”
Twice.
As if she knew the first one would land in my ears —
and the second, in my heart.
And it did.
Right into that tender place that still believes it has to earn being loved.
It reminded me of something I forget far too often — maybe you do too:
That worth is not transactional.
It doesn’t arrive when we try harder, fix more, or prove our value.
Worth is inherent.
Like the way the Japanese arrange a single plum blossom with care.
Like how a bow here is held just one beat longer, not to impress — but to honor.
There is a grace in presence.
And a kind of love that doesn’t need to be loud to be true.
So if no one has told you yet today:
You are perfect. Just as you are.
And I love you.
No conditions. No proving. Just truth.
Let this be a moment of stillness between us —
a soft breath, a hand on your own heart,
a bow from my soul to yours.
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And if your heart is whispering that you want more of this —
this pace, this presence, this kind of remembering…
Come find your place in the Slow Secrets Tribe.
It’s a space where we unravel the noise, return to truth, and walk each other home.
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Come as you are.
That’s more than enough.
