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Flower – Love

Picture taken at a recent garden show in Würzburg.

Starting the week with thoughts of a dear friend and sister who reached out to me yesterday.

May this flower find you at peace and wrapped into a lovely, warm hug.


Who am I, and why I write. I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one. I am the one, holding on to the silver lining when the skies are gray. I’m a believer that nothing is coincidence, but that everything has purpose. I’ve made my mistakes, don’t we all, but I see them as growing pains and they are a part of who I am today. I have lost myself in order to find myself, and I still do from time to time, but in a good way. I’m a big child who laughs until my belly hurts when life wants to be serious. Career wise: I’ve been there, done that, and I took “The jump” off the hamster wheel in an effort to change my future. I didn’t land all that soft, but I can say that I’m still proud to have found the courage to do it. Coming full circle, I had it all, and yet I was lonely and had nothing. Today I choose to be a collector of moments and I chase memories, instead of the material stuff. Less is more, and the motto is quality over quantity. You’d be amazed at how freeing it can be. I see myself as a free spirit that believes in an unconventional lifestyle. Somehow I go against the grain most of the times, not to rebel, but because it feels right to stay true to my unique and authentic self. It takes courage, and you often stand alone, but if you dare, you soon realize that it is the only way if you don’t want to lose who you are. Just like most, my past wasn’t easy and I come from a life that didn’t always give me the opportunity to be heard. Few related and even fewer cared to take the time. But that’s the past and it’s history, the future hasn’t happened and the “NOW” is truly all we ever have. In the end we all have a story to tell, and we all seek to be understood. We all yearn to be heard and accepted and still life is hard and our path is full of stumbling blocks. If we can see the lessons in adversity we may realize that the toughest moments are often our greatest teachers. There is a reason for the saying that the stars can’t shine without darkness, and it might be darkness that will show you the light.
It took a series of (un)fortunate events, to learn to glow through the pain, to learn how to dance in the rain. I believe in Magic and wonder, and the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. As an empath this old soul often feels a little too much, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Today, I am here to tell my story because I believe that it can help others. It is my hope to bring inspiration and strengths to you, while showing you that it can be done. I know you are out there, and I know you are suffering in silence. I am here to tell you that you are not alone, and your voice is being heard loud and clear. Hang on and be strong, transformation is yours. 
In light and love....Rhapsody Bohème 💙🦋

12 thoughts on “Flower – Love

      1. No chance… You are too much of a ‘light being’ for that. But know that you glow with gold light and can be seen by those who know. Unfortunately, your Mom cannot see your golden iridescence but she does feel it sometimes when you make a huge effort to project it. You can of course only do that sporadically, and you always pick the best times, but sometimes deplete yourself in the process… It leaves you sometimes unable to deal with lesser problems for a while. But know that you can always draw from the savings bank of other light beings…. Sharing the load helps us all. Be well and shine, beautiful one. 🌟☀️🌟☀️🌟

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      2. Too kind and again you are right on with saying that I have depleted my light at times. Or at least diminished it nearly to extinction a time or two. Luckily the flame never goes out completely and there are other wonderful light beings out there such as you I can lean on. Thank you so much love.

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  1. One of my guide friends sent me a photo from while he was out and about. I printed it off and hung it on my wall. I realised it was a calendula. A flower that in the Victorian Lang of flowers means, ‘i’m thinking of you’. Powerful stuff to share flowers. xoxoxoxoxoxoxo

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    1. I have definitely grown my appreciation for flowers and blooms this year. Although I always loved them, there is a deeper more profound connection this year. Perhaps turning the jungle at mom’s house into a fairy garden had something to do with it.


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