When you bloom, we all gather the strength to push our roots and grow toward the light. We watch as the waxing and waning of a midnight moon sends waves of delight, plants reaching to the sky for the inner teaching of what it means to be Expressed by just being. Individual stamens and petioles giving their life to the creatures of the land. Pollen blowing in the wind, this feeling spreading as we grow petal by petal hand in hand. The winds of change are shifting can you hear it in the coyotes ample cackle. Can you hear the wind blow through steam pipes, lands of cattle, your neighborhood and through your window. We cannot control the natural ways of life. We were never meant to. So live in the honor of being a growing individual. Listen to the guides that are there at your residual, find recognition in gratitude to the ancestral petals. We grow in root wide so we can grow in vigor tall, vibrant steady and long to stand in honor for all. Remember who you are and root down to the truth. Bloom baby bloom do not be held back by your youth. We can send prayer and love. We can encourage one another. But everyone must choose will they awake with the rest or be fertilizer for our growth. We will never forget to bloom for our beauty is reveled in the grace that comes soon.
WARRIOR WOMAN 