There’s something about this image that keeps calling me back. The tender buds reaching toward sunlight. The bold hint of pink just beginning to emerge. But what draws me in most is the quiet presence of what once was — the delicate remains of a bloom that’s already had its moment.
It reminds me that sometimes, growth asks us to shed old patterns, to release what we’ve outgrown — even if it once brought beauty. The letting go isn’t failure. It’s part of the becoming.
Just like this plant, we grow by honoring our past and making space for what’s unfolding. Through sunshine and rain, bloom and decay, there is always more ahead. And even when we don’t feel in full bloom… we are still growing.
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