12/06/2025
We forget, sometimes, how much life we’re holding.
How much possibility sits inside us, even when parts of us feel dried, wilted, or scattered across a paper towel.
These marigolds reminded me today: what looks like an ending is often just the release of seeds we didn’t even realize we were carrying.
Marigolds symbolize protection, remembrance, and the bridge between worlds. And as I sifted through each bloom, I felt that the gentle guidance, the presence of what we release and what continues with us, the way life multiplies when we let it. Each of these flowers could be holding upwards of 40 seedlings. What a glorious gift!
Sometimes connecting looks like rituals no one can pinpoint as one. Sometimes it’s just a “hello, baaabies! See you in the spring!” Sometimes these micro moments just take 5 minutes and are not even “purposefully spiritual.” But everything we do can be a dance with our angels, our interconnected soul, whatever we feel to be real to us.
Here’s to the magic in the mundane.
Here’s to the parts of us softening, shedding, becoming.
Here’s to the dozens of seedlings, the quiet possibilities, living inside every ending we tend with care.