Beloved Flower Lover,
Medicating herself with cup cakes, wine and the occasional smoke, she realised she had been pushing her anger down. She was swallowing her frustration.
She began to write, but found sadness instead.She wrote a love letter to herself. It turned into a question.She answered her question. What do I need to be well?
She needed to add ( regularly) beauty and happy feelings into her life, from her own heart. She decided to use flowers to tell her heart that, she loved her… heart.
Her purpose was now clear.