Soften into what life is currently showing you, and become who you already are with this new collection of poetry and notes from the author of Bloom for Yourself, April Green. Filled with love and spiritual lessons from her own experience with trauma and addiction, April takes readers through the path back to becoming your true self - from removing all that is untrue, to healing your heart, and softening into your power.
Much like her previous books, April writes in a way that is delicate and tender, giving readers heartfelt optimism and faith as they discover that softening into who they already are is entirely enough. "The simplicity of life— the magic, the movement, the sacred little inhales —is obscured by the expectation for life to become something else, something more, something we can grasp and hold onto. But when we soften into reality—when we become available to observe everything that is already here—the simplicity of life expands like a wilderness, and we see just how miraculous and breath-taking life truly is."
I generally finish reading most poetry collections even if I dislike them, but this was just so cringey. The ultimate cringe poetry on the page and with every page I turned, I disliked it more and more. I knew I wasn't going to even finish the first section of poems. I just couldn't stick it out with this one and, you know what, that's a-okay with me. I do wish I had loved it because the cover is stunning.
A good collection of poetry/prose about connecting with your true self and healing from the inside out. If you're open and receptive to the message, you will find a lot of pages that stand out to you.
I love poetry books and I love the messages in this one. Really exactly what I needed to hear. I think I just lean more to poetry books that have a lot of metaphors, imagery, etc. and this one was more literal so it wasn’t my fav. Nevertheless a great read and makes you feel great.
I’m a huge fan of poetry but this just wasn’t good. It felt like every poem was exactly the same and if I never hear the word “softening” again, which is overused in each poem (or at least it seems life it), I’ll be good. The only thing redeeming about this collection is the cover.