Sometimes the most powerful voice is the voice of something that speaks silently.
In life, I believe the most lonely of times is not a separation from other people, but from the silencing of the voice within that guides us in our life’s purpose. The inability to hear that voice, to me, is the greatest loneliness. In recent years, a deep wound silenced my ability to hear my own creative voice — a voice that is very much a guide to my purpose in life. This summer, my garden, the bugs within, and flowers broke that long silence … and I couldn’t be more grateful.
The voices of flowers are more beautiful than I ever imagined.