Please keep growing your garden. There’s a goddess within your brown skin. There’s patience in the way your garden is supposed to bloom. I imagine your garden is as close to the garden of eve as I’ll ever get. I wanna taste every fruit, see every sunrise and even face every storm that comes from your garden. Sometimes burning the garden down to the ground isn’t a bad thing. It allows space for new seeds to germinate. Seeds of self love, discipline, passion, excitement, happiness. New flowers grow, and the space can be filled with a new bird’s song. A song of hope. And every garden needs a gardener doesn’t it… that’s where i always come in. Pruning everything you want to lose and cultivating everything you want to grow.

Give thanks.