What happens when the warmth of a new day, a new joy, a new will emerges? Emerges and re-minds and re-members and re-calls us back to love? Re-news our minds and re-minds us that we are loved?

What happens when the warmth of a new day, a new joy, a new will emerges? Emerges and re-minds and re-members and re-calls us back to love? Re-news our minds and re-minds us that we are loved?
As I hear Tupac’s truth through his beautiful metaphor of the rose that grew from concrete, while taking in both Nikki’s associated poem and the quote about change; I am led to the only question I have for us: What are the stories of your petals?
She stay creating transforming destruction into art. She stay owning what she does and all that she is and stay giving from her heart.
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