The first sentence of her message to me. Those words were a realization of flowers lost in silence. Unspoken. Words we less than often tell each other. Those words that shifted the day that was, a daunting one. Sisterhood is that. Giving each other flowers. Blowing each other’s trumpet. Uplifting the courage that lies in us. Stirring a revolution of women so brave grappling to end the subjugation of rights taken from us.
Giving each other flowers, could seem like a small ask, but it is the uprising that raises generations of women who are fearless!
Allow me to give you your flowers, you are everything and anything you want to be. So be.