Years ago I was given a diagnosis. It came during the time of peonies. I didn't think I would see peony time again . Tom planted more peonies than you could imagine and although we didn't talk about it I could see it was his way of saying "You are going to be OK".
Each year I watch the peonies come up from cracked earth into the cool spring air and they say "I'm back",
They will not be denied and they remind me to keep "living forward".
What I have learned so far
There is always a choice to be made. Choose life. Choose kindness, choose to believe there is more to come. The peonies have taught me this and on days when I am doubtful I paint flowers and listen to Mozart and I know something bigger than me is where the space opens up and healing begins.
I am a watercolor coach, watercolorist, and author.