05/30/2026
Iāve been sharing a lot of flower pictures lately, and talking about the simple joy they bring to my life.
These flowers were given to me last weekend, in a moment of inner death and despair. A moment where I was asked to sit face to face with one of my deepest fears. A moment where I could not access my higher self, and had to ask for reassurance. For help.
I needed to know that even in the absolute depths of my darkness, and in the chaos of my unraveling, I could still be witnessed, and still be loved.
And there he was... with flowers.
Unraveling from fear is not graceful. 𤪠It is disorienting, humbling, and sometimes terrifying to allow ourselves to be seen there... stripped of certainty, composure, and control. And yet, there is something profoundly healing about being witnessed in our humanity. Not after weāve cleaned it all up and put on a brave face, but while weāre still sitting in the mess.
Feeling the ache.
The shame.
The uncertainty.
The urge to run.
And choosing love anyway.
Whatever fears youāre holding onto⦠eventually, they will ask to be faced head on. And when they do, I hope you find the strength to stay open. I hope you allow yourself to be seen. And I pray that life shows you that even in the depths of your unraveling... there is love.
Maybe thatās why flowers have been bringing me so much happiness lately. Because in one of my darkest moments, they arrived as a reminder of hope. š