Seeing the flowers unfold from their buds makes me overwhelmed with joy. Spring is one of my favorite times of the year. There is so much possibility wrapped up in each budding blossom, hence why I love it. Witnessing such beautiful changes is mesmerizing. I am reminded every time I see a flower, that even after dying, they come back to life just a beautiful as before. Spring reminds me of my ability to be resilient and reborn.
After going through such a hard time during my miscarriage, I had to dig deep and ask myself how long was I going wallow in wilting away. How could I possibly come back to life and ready my womb for another blessing if I refused to bloom? It is so easy to get trapped by sadness. I needed to practice being resilient through my storm. As the days go on, I unfold, petal by petal to feel and see the sun. Being OK is OK. Reminding myself that I am allowed to heal is a daily mantra.
Spring shows me that I can honor and nurture my hurt, happiness, and heartache all at once. Through blooming, losing petals, wilting, and sprouting up again, I am giving myself permission to change and shift and be alive. I've been finding meditation in the places of my soul that hurt the most, that make me upset and uncomfortable. It's been helping. Honesty during the healing process is needed for grounding, centering, and self-care. On our journey back to blooming, we must understand that a life without truth won't grow the garden we wish to have.