the power of wildflowers

Today is a good day. this year is a good year. We have all planted seeds of mindfulness and self-love over the course of two years. the flowers are starting to spout, steadfast and humble just as we hoped they would. People are settling in the flux and encouraging change around themselves. we are reaping what we have sewn. I have sewn self-awareness, mindfulness, gratitude, abundance, and self-care in my garden. I have woven sensitivity with strength and become untamed. My seeds were the size of a half grain of rice, delicate and stable, sturdy and ready to be immersed in the water soon to evolve in a new form. A tangible form of, one I can feel and see in my everyday life. I have planted seeds and now I see flowers. each flower taking up space in my garden knowing this is where I belong, this is how it is supposed to be. my garden is rich, supple in transformation and evolution, undergoing change and pivots only to remain rooted and resilient. my garden reminds me that I am capable of tending to myself, I am reaping the benefits of what I have so delicately sewn. this garden is mine- steady and strong, grounded and untamed, effortless and intentional, soft and irrepressible. This garden is mine, it grows within me and sprouts out of me into the space around me only to be spread like melted coconut oil on a nonporous surface.

There is a garden in me.