03/24/2026
Just after Christmas, I cut this plant all the way back—trimmed it down to pieces, unsure if I was saving it… or saying goodbye to what it had been.
And now look at it.
Not just alive—blooming again. 🌺
After already giving everything it had in November.
And that last photo? That’s just ONE of my new babies from this cutting.
Grown from cuttings that were spent, that had just finished blooming… that should’ve needed time, rest, recovery.
But instead—
they rooted.
they grew.
they bloomed.
That’s resilience.
That’s what happens when something is deeply, stubbornly alive.
Every segment became something new.
Every piece found a way forward.
Every part refused to be the end of the story.
And maybe that’s us right now.
Cut back. Worn down. Wondering what’s left.
But we are not finished.
We are still rooted.
We are still capable of blooming—again and again and again.
Like this Thanksgiving cactus…
we will rise, we will multiply, we will bloom.
And so will this democracy. 💥
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