What’s a lesson you’ve learned recently that shifted your perspective?

I thought
once something stopped blooming,
its story was over.

Then a wildflower
smiled from dry, stubborn ground,
and now my certainty softened.

Tell me
of the orchid on my windowsill—
bare stems, silent months,
nothing to admire
except the patience, water,
of care unrelenting.

One morning,
I saw a green promise.

And today, it blooms.

Nature will teach
stillness is not surrender,
empty branches
are not always empty.

Maybe disability is not disabled.

Some things are simply
growing where we cannot see,
preparing beauty
before they reveal it.

So I learn again
to be slow with conclusions,
gentler with my expectations,
and kinder to unfinished seasons.

Because not every pause
is an ending.

Sometimes,

it’s just life,

learning how to bloom again.

Here or elsewhere.