ISSUE NO. 08 | May 9, 2025
Flowers bring us back to the parts of ourselves we exiled in service to everyone else. That edge-of-tears tenderness? That sigh that escapes when your hand brushes a blossom at dusk? That is not nothing. That's remembrance. You don’t have to know why you feel a lump rise in your throat around lilac. Or why peonies make you ache for something you can’t quite name. You only have to be willing to let flowers work on you — like the gentle Sanctuary soul-midwives they are.