The Floral Dance Of My Soul

Floral design has become a dance for me. A dance between the fabric of my existence and the garden of my soul.

A reflection of my own reality. Infused with the essence of each miraculous bloom.

From seed to harvest. Winter to Spring. Draught to the refreshing drops of rain to my soul.

I bloom. Like the rays of the sun light, beyond the clouded sunset. I bloom.

The earth’s gifted treasures, dance with wisdom. The Creator’s love reflected, in each bloom that whispers, ‘you are loved. You are courageous. You are resilient. You are WOMAN!’

I dance the dance that blooms for a season. Yet, I dance the dance of Dharma.