I stood back to admire the garden I’d spent a lifetime perfecting…
It was tall and green and filled with flowers.
Everything in its proper place.
Bright yellow sunflowers towered overhead, beaming their practiced smiles at every passerby.
Leaning forward to the tips of my toes I stretched myself high to smell the big yellow blossoms, anticipating their fragrance.
No scent.
Reached up to touch a petal between forefinger and thumb, only to feel the fabric of faux-ness touch my skin.
In the middle of the garden, a hole.
Visible only to the few invited in.
While caught up in the hustle of building the garden,
I'd trip into the darkness of the hole.
Each time scrambling upward, hurriedly smoothing myself out, erasing any trace the fall ever happened.
Until the time I crashed
all the way down.
Enveloped by darkness. So hurt. So raw.
Creeping inch-by-inch was the only way out.
And that’s when I saw them...
Wildflowers of every colour.
True beauty skimming the garden floor.
Natural. Quiet. Effortless.
A peace I’d never thought to rest in.
A playful delight long tucked away.
This ease had always been there.
I’d just been too busy to notice.
there is grace in every moment
That’s the remembering I hold space for.
When you’re caught in habitual loops that won’t let go,
pulling you down a dark path,
grace is always there—quietly supporting you.
My work is simply to help you notice it.
To offer playful tools and creative spaces
that let your light shine brighter—
in your personal life,
as an entrepreneurial leader,
or in the corporate world.
