The flowers stand between the darker parts of the landscape and the warmth that reaches them. To me, they represent the quiet places where growth happens, not completely in the light, and not completely in the dark. Sometimes hope lives in that space between what we have been through and what is still beginning to bloom.
The flowers stand between the darker parts of the landscape and the warmth that reaches them. To me, they represent the quiet places where growth happens, not completely in the light, and not completely in the dark. Sometimes hope lives in that space between what we have been through and what is still beginning to bloom.
The flowers stand between the darker parts of the landscape and the warmth that reaches them. To me, they represent the quiet places where growth happens, not completely in the light, and not completely in the dark. Sometimes hope lives in that space between what we have been through and what is still beginning to bloom.
Hope can exist between darkness and new growth.