Flowers. So many flowers. All shapes, all sizes. The big bloom to the teeny tiny one.
We’re like that too. Yes, your earthly body but also your astral body too.
No two are the same. Think on that for a second.
I see the snowflake coming to mind and the fingerprints too.
Do not heed the call to conform, to shift your identity into another’s version of “truth”. Now is not the time to play follow the leader.
Stand out in the crowd. Do not recoil from drawing attention to yourself. Take the extra time needed to polish yourself off. If that is new clothes to you, go get them. If that is a new fragrance to you, go buy it. Get the new haircut that you have been shying away from. Whatever it is, whatever is going to give you that extra little nudge, do it.
Let yourself be seen.
Let yourself be heard.
There is no one else like you. You are unique, uniquely you. So, whether it be the big, voluptuous bloom or the tiny flower hidden in the grass; Lift your head and square your shoulders and stand firmly where you are planted.
Channeled message from my husband’s great grandmother, Maria Rosa Mele Cieri Palladino. She prefers to be called Rose. This is my second conversation with Rose, I posted her first message called “Hard Edges”. It’s good, you should read it.