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this season of my life has been filled with "secret messages" about "blooming." it started out back in June when we moved to Connecticut. my friend said we were being transplanted by the Master Gardener.
then a beautiful woman declared that i would bloom where i'm planted. not looking back, but moving forward. not living based on the fear of what people think or what man has to say.
a lady last week said, "what happened? i left for two weeks, and you look like this. you are blossoming."
little whispers are speaking over my seed
and the true colors of my petals are springing forth.
i am an orchid blooming; being renamed, truly seen.