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flower at the prisonIt’s time. The flowers do not wait for the perfect moment to bloom. They bloom and in doing so create the perfect moment.

Each day we fill our minds with excuses, deferring our dreams to some intangible moment in the future.

These moments that pass are our lives, lived half-heartedly as we continue to plan as if life is meant to be lived some other time, some more convenient time, or in a more perfect situation.

Life is messy. Life is uncertain. Life must be lived.

The flower does not fear the late frost nor the deer’s nibble. The flower blooms and hopes for the best. The flower surrenders to the greater power of the Universe.

This is the perfect moment to begin to unfurl yourself towards your dreams. Take it fast. Take it slow. However you want, it’s time.

With Love,

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