Today I noticed my orchids had bloomed flowers. I waited over three years.
See poem of July 15, 2010 that I wrote when I came home after my first date and magical first kiss with PM (below).
I could not seem to keep my orchids alive when I had my massage therapy business. I kept having to buy more and throw them out. I think this is some kind of metaphor for what I’m doing better/differently with my life. I am feeling more hopeful for my future, better about the way I can run a business. It brought me to tears today:
“There’s a white-hot fire
Stoked by my heart
As I lie down
Lighting the room with a soft glow
And then there’s me
Basking in the cool warmth
Hoping the orchids around me will grow.”