creosote

Growing up in the desert, I found myself friends with the plants that surrounded me. They spoke to me and inspired me unlike anything else. She is my reminder to embrace being a wildflower and to shine as bright as her yellow flowers, while being soft like her little cotton-like bulbs.
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She adapts to her surroundings and survives and thrives in the desert with grace. She doesn't use thorns to protect her. She honors herself and stands her ground through her essence, radiating her sense of belonging. She produces the desert rain fragrance we crave with grace.
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She is an ally for detoxification. When you smell her medicine linger through the air, you know rain is here to help us wash away what no longer serves. She has no rival, whether for the physical or psychic parts of our human existence. Her medicine helps us purify our spirit and our physical being. She helps us heal our traumas as we ground into our being and reconnect with Gaia. She clears our subconscious patterns that harm our state of happiness. She spreads her love unapologetically and brings peace to those who are blessed to cross paths with her.
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Stand like the creosote during the storm. Radiate your blessings, your grace, your essence with conviction and grace. Recognize your beauty and recognize the beacon of faith and hope you bring. Share your medicine with grace. Take a breather. Center yourself in your being and never forget your radiance.