Wilted Roses & Rituals: Finding Beauty in the Everyday

🌸 Introduction

There’s a certain kind of beauty that doesn’t scream for attention — it whispers. It lingers in the corners of our lives, in wilted roses left in a jar, in the morning ritual of tea and quiet. As an artist, I’ve learned that inspiration doesn’t always arrive with fireworks. Sometimes it blooms softly in the overlooked, the ordinary, the in-between.

🌹 Wilted Roses: A Language of Imperfection

Most people see wilted flowers as something to throw away, but to me, they are still speaking. The curled petals, the deepening of their color, the way they lean, all of it feels like another stage of storytelling. In my work, I’ve long embraced flowers as a symbolic language, and wilted roses remind me that even in decline, there’s dignity, resilience, and grace. They echo life’s cycles: beauty doesn’t disappear, it transforms.

🍵 Rituals as Creative Anchors

Next to those roses sits my tea. Simple. Warm. A daily ritual that grounds me in stillness before the day unfolds. I’ve learned that rituals like this are not distractions; they are anchors. They prepare the mind to notice, to receive, to create. Whether it’s brewing tea, writing in a journal, or lighting a candle, these small acts are how I invite inspiration in.

🖼 Everyday Life as Art

The table becomes a still life. A jar of flowers, a cup of tea, a slice of lemon. It looks simple, but to me it’s a reminder that art is everywhere. I don’t need a grand museum or elaborate setup; life itself is the canvas. By choosing to see it that way, I transform the everyday into a sacred creative practice.

🌿 Closing Reflection

When I share these moments, the wilt of roses, the ritual of tea, I’m sharing the heartbeat behind my art. These are the spaces where ideas root and bloom. Inspiration is not always in the loud or the new, but often in what we choose to revisit, to linger with, to see again.

✨ Here’s my little reminder to you: beauty doesn’t fade, it transforms. Rituals don’t take time away; they give it back. And art doesn’t just happen in the studio, it lives in the everyday.

🌸 Signs of the Light

I’ve been in this space in my career where I feel like I’m ready to learn new things and figure out what’s next for my creative journey. Honestly, “self-improvement” is kind of my hobby. I love signing up for classes, searching for new knowledge, and expanding into everything I’m curious about.

That’s what led me to a 7-week artist program I’m currently enrolled in — and it’s been really cool so far. Each week, I’m discovering aspects of being an artist and entrepreneur that I hadn’t even thought about yet.

This past weekend was Week Two, and the conversation centered around dream lives:

🌸 What do you want your career to look like?

🌸. How do you want your life to feel?

🌸. Who do you want to become?

Of course, I’ve dreamed about who I want to be and what I want to experience — but writing it down, specifically, without fear of it sounding "too big" or "too cringy," was different.
It made me realize: Life responds to specificity. Dreams require detail. You have to be bold enough to say exactly what you want.

After class, the guest speaker — an artist and curator for a university — shared his own incredible story. I wanted to ask him more questions, but so did everyone else. Instead of waiting around, I decided to explore — I found a really cute spot for selfies (LOL priorities). I told myself, “I'm sure we'll cross paths again.”

As I was heading out, our paths did cross.
He stopped me and asked, “What’s your name? What’s your art/story?”
I told him, and he paused for a moment and said:

“I recognize your name. I voted for you to win the Emerging Artist Award this year.” 🌸

I was stunned.
I had never met him before.
He already knew who I was.
He had already seen and believed in my work.

It’s moments like that — unexpected, soft confirmations — that remind me:
God, the universe, the ancestors — they're always sending signs of the light.

Even when you can’t see how close you are to blooming, someone else can.
Your work is already making waves you haven’t even felt yet.
You’re already known in rooms you haven’t even stepped into.

Keep showing up. Keep planting seeds. Keep believing.
The light is always closer than you think.

Thank you for reading Signs of the Light. 🌸 If you’re on a creative journey too, I’d love to hear what dreams you’re chasing….

Signs of the Light

God, the universe, the ancestors — they're always sending signs of the light.