"And that is how change happens.
One gesture. One person.
One moment at a time."
Libba Bray
We sprinkle loving light upon the sprout as it pushes its way up thru the surface. The small tight bud eagerly awaits flowering. And as we begin to blossom, we attract kindred spirits and our transition begins to show outwardly.
As we grow into our lovely selves, we learn how to be flexible as the wind blows. We find our thirst quenched by the sweet drops of rain. We reach up towards the sun, yearning for more light to unfold our delicate petals. When we then take in our personal fragrance or independence, we blossom even more.
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