The Flower Child

Whimsical, playful and free...

The world feels lighter… The air a little sweeter… Everything starts to bloom again—even the parts of us we thought were gone.

I’ve always loved flowers… 
not just for their beauty, 
but for their honesty.

They don’t force anything… They open when they’re ready… They grow toward the light.

There’s a quiet power in that.

I’ve been thinking about what it means just to be…