Beloved Flower Lover,
She complained about her diabetes. Her high blood pressure. Having no friends and having no money. She dragged her body up the stairs as she complained if her daughter spent time out.
What a true gift and blessing she was perfectly performing.
She had decades of unhappiness with her husband and yet it was only today that her daughter smiled as she understood the infectious elevation that her mother invited her to take. Yes. Her daughter was being asked to break the chain by choosing to remember who she really was.
Her mother truly loved her.
Her eyes said it.”I love you my Rose petal.”
My story is no longer does she love me or not. That story arc just keeps me in the same anxiety ridden loop. Instead I have rewritten my story.
The London Flower Lover