Dirt was thrown but instead a rose grew from honey and potatoes. You’ve always been a flower meant to love and be loved but just like a forgotten garden, sometimes weeds and crabgrass grow in the meadows. The wasps tried to sting you and the flies swarmed while you were down, but they didn’t understand that your guardian angels are profound.

To be clear, anyone who makes it through the tunnel of a dark night of the soul (there may be more than one), is a true soldier of life...

As I was contemplating about what to express today, several things came to mind! I haven't tapped back into the book I've been reading...