I'm going to share two pieces today, and the other piece is personal. About myself finding my path, wandering my way, seeking my king. She wanted to impart beauty, find the magnitude of her reflection. She mattered. She was enough, as is flowing in her gift. No invitations pretense to stir an otherwise restful afternoon. And then she saw it hazily as in her dream. The single solitary flower in the midst of the overgrown weeds snarls, tangled in the brush