
The Gift That Keeps on Giving
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It didn’t arrive wrapped.
No ribbon.
No moment where I knew to say thank you.
It came disguised as interruption—
a pause I didn’t ask for,
a truth that wouldn’t hurry,
a silence that kept returning me to myself.
At first, it felt like loss.
Then like waiting.
Then like nothing at all.
But slowly—
it began giving back what I thought was gone:
my breath,
my pace,
my ability to stay.
This gift doesn’t finish.
It keeps opening.
Each time I stop reaching,
it leaves something in my hands—
clarity without demand,
presence without proof,
a knowing that doesn’t need to speak.
I no longer ask what it means.
I let it move through me
like light through a window
that was always there.
Some gifts don’t arrive once.
They return—
every time you remember
you’re already here.
— Flower InBloom 🌱
About the Creator
Flower InBloom
I write from lived truth, where healing meets awareness and spirituality stays grounded in real life. These words are an offering, not instruction — a mirror for those returning to themselves.
— Flower InBloom


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