Unfolding Story

Oh, the never-ending saga of a woman's life, it seems like our stories forever unfold and evolve into something so beautiful as we blossom into the kind of women we are truly meant to be. In our most unguarded moments, our personal truths and triumphs manifests in the twinkling in our eyes, the upward curve of our smiles, the lilt in our voice and the mirth in our laughter. A woman has always been compared to a flower and rightfully so. There are so many layers to us, at different stages in our lives. Just as we thought we've come to our own, another facet of our selves shines beautifully forth. We have reserves of strength to weather any season. Just like the flower in its beginning stage of bloom and even in its last final days of glory, our true essence lingers on. 


“I hope you will go out and let stories happen to you, and that you will work them, water them with your blood and tears and your laughter till they bloom, till you yourself burst into bloom.” ― Clarissa Pinkola Estés