June arrives
with sunlight on her shoulders,
honey in her voice,
and a quiet fire
beneath her feet.
She does not rush in.
She enters with grace,
with rhythm,
with the kind of elegance
that does not need to announce itself
because the room
Already feels the shift.
And I enter with her.
Not timid.
Not uncertain.
Not asking for life
for permission
to become more of myself.
I enter June
like a woman who knows.
A woman who has prayed
through storms,
laughed through tears,
built with tired hands,
and still found a reason
to put beauty
on the table.
I enter with love,
but not the kind of love
That abandons my wisdom.
My love is softer now,
But it is not naïve.
It is generous,
But it has discernment.
It is open,
But it has a gate.
It is tender,
But it no longer hands
its sacredness
to people who do not know
How to hold holy things.
And baby,
I have learned.
I have learned
That peace has a sound.
I have learned
that the body knows
before the mind
can make a speech.
I have learned
that a woman can be kind
and still be completely unavailable
for confusion.
That is growth.
That is beauty.
That is God
with a little lip gloss.
This month,
I am not chasing love.
I am choosing love.
Honest love.
Steady love.
Love that does not require me
to shrink my brilliance,
quiet my spirit,
or pretend that crumbs
It’s a feast.
I want the kind of love
That feels clean
in the nervous system.
The kind of love
That brings laughter
into the kitchen,
respect in the conversation,
and peace into the room.
The kind of love
that can sit beside my dreams
without trying
to dim the chandelier.
June,
I am entering you
with discernment
and a smile.
Because discernment
does not have to be bitter.
Discernment can be elegant.
It can wear perfume.
It can laugh at the absurdity
and still say,
“No, beloved.
Not this time.”
Discernment is my sacred intelligence.
It is a part of me
that has survived enough
to recognize what is real,
What is rehearsed,
What is rooted,
and what is merely passing through
with good lighting
and no substance.
I honor that wisdom now.
I do not silence her.
I do not override her.
I do not ask her
to be polite
When my spirit
is asking for the truth.
And passion,
oh passion,
She is returning
with music in her hips
and purpose in her hands.
Not the old passion
that mistook chaos
for chemistry.
Not the passion
that confused intensity
with intimacy.
This passion is sacred.
This passion is clear.
This passion is the fire
that makes me write,
create, pray, heal, move,
laugh, rest, build,
and believe again.
It is the passion
that says,
“Your life is still beautiful.
Your joy is still worthy.
Your dreams are still alive.
Get up, beloved.
There is more.”
So I rise.
With grace.
With candor.
With poise.
With a little sass,
because healing without humor
is far too heavy,
And I have carried enough
heavy things.
I enter June
with my shoulders relaxed,
my standards intact,
my spirit washed,
and my laughter returning
like a song
I did not know
I still remember.
I enter with joy
that does not need
an audience.
I enter with confidence
that does not need
to prove itself.
I enter with beauty
That does not apologize
for being seen.
I enter with softness
that has earned
Its strength.
Let June bring me
rooms where I can breathe.
Let June bring me
love that can meet me
with honesty.
Let June bring me
opportunities
that respect my gifts.
Let June bring me
money with ease,
peace with depth,
and passion
that feels holy
in my body.
Let June bring me
the kind of clarity
that does not need
a second warning.
Let my yes
be full.
Let my no
Be graceful.
Let my boundaries
be polished,
firm,
and beautifully understood.
I am not entering June
as a woman waiting
to be chosen.
I am entering June
as a woman
who chooses herself
with devotion.
I choose love.
I choose discernment.
I choose passion.
I choose joy.
I choose the life
that has been calling my name
even when I was still learning
How to answer.
June,
meet me in my fullness.
I am here
with elegance in my walk,
truth in my mouth,
fire in my spirit,
laughter in my chest,
and God all around me.
I entered this month
like a woman who knows
She is not late.
She is right on divine time–
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