10/29/2025
After my mother’s passing, something in me knew I couldn’t leave her resting place bare. On the day of her burial, I sat quietly for a long while, listening to music, letting the tears come and go like waves. Then, without planning to, I began taking apart the floral arrangements — petal by petal — and laid them in a spiral, a mandala of color and love over her grave.
It was spontaneous, yet it felt guided… as if my hands remembered something ancient.
When I stepped back, what I saw wasn’t grief — it was beauty, peace, and presence.
That moment became a ritual. For the year that followed, each holiday and significant date, I returned with flowers, petals, and foraged greens from the woods — creating art over the earth that held her. Every mandala was an offering of love, a conversation without words, a way to honor her and to heal myself.
The process was deeply inspired by the spirit of Día de los Mu***os — that sacred celebration of remembrance, where love transcends the veil. These creations became my own way of keeping that connection alive, grounded in beauty, gratitude, and earth.
This album is a glimpse into that journey —
a year of offerings,
where grief met grace,
and love bloomed again and again. 🌿
🦋 I also share to inspire others to find beauty and art in their grief and how they express it...no matter what form it decides to move you 🙏
