My new single, “I Am the Season,” is out.
This song was born from the realization that we are the cycles we move through: the rise, the stillness, the letting go. Growth doesn’t always mean doing more. Sometimes it means returning to ourselves.
So wherever you are, whatever season you’re in, I hope this song meets you there.
💛
Lilian
Hands in the dirt at 5am, can’t sleep again The birds aren’t even up, just me and my breath Breaking up ground that’s been frozen for years Nothing planted yet, just making space for whatever comes next They say bloom where you’re planted but I’m not a flower I’m the earth that holds or doesn’t, I’m the rain Five winters in a row now, or maybe it’s just one long one Can’t tell anymore, it all feels the same I am the season, not the spring I am the breath, not the song I sing I’m not waiting for the garden to grow I am the season, and seasons go slow Coffee gets cold while I’m working the soil Finding things I buried without meaning to Old lists, old dreams, old versions of me Brush them off gentle, set them aside, continue Everyone’s blooming on my timeline Posting their flowers, their fruit I’m just here humming off-key To keep my hands company While they learn a different truth I am the season, I am the ground I am the silence between sounds Not the harvest, just the space between seeds I am the season, the season is all I need Not everything grows Not everything should I’m learning to tend What never blooms And finding it good