We had a family wedding in Florida at the height of my health crisis.
Every part of my life felt like it had to be managed.
Cleaned up. Hidden.
Sick people don’t belong at weddings.
Sick people stay home and work on themselves.
But you nudged me to go.
I could feel terrible here, or I could feel terrible in sunny Florida.
So I went.
It was the first time I realized I could live a little while I heal.
🌿 Dandelions are often mistaken for weeds.
Maybe because they grow in cracks and gravel—anywhere.
When you pluck one, another one seems to grow in its place.
They are quite resilient that way.
Flourishing where they're not expected to.
And so I want to decorate my soul with them.
Watercolor, 9in x 7in
Framed with a white mat boarder, 10in x 12in
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