Every mid-September, the air changes. Not suddenly, not violently, but with a subtle shift you can feel deep in your bones. The sun...

I used to get caught on the tiniest things. If someone looked at me the ' wrong ' way, I carried it in my body for hours. If plans...

Hmm, two in one day? Yes well I was inspired.. This evening, as the tide pulled back its skirts and left the shoreline bare, I found...

This week, I’ve been sitting with a truth that reaches far beneath the surface: the desire to make money—when born from fear, scarcity,...

Dear Ones, Early September carries its own spell—quiet yet undeniable. The air feels different now, thinner at the edges, touched with a...

I’ve spent much of my life searching for the secret to success- not just the kind measured in accolades or milestones, but the kind that...

I have walked myself through fire these last three years, again, again, and again. When I look back, I hardly recognize the woman I...

Today, I witnessed something I cannot unsee. I was driving when the car ahead of me struck a baby deer. One moment it was there—fragile,...

This past weekend, something quiet but profound shifted inside me. I was invited into a new role— not one I sought, but one that seemed...

A personal reflection on art, loss, and the quiet strength of carrying love through the dark. In recent years, I lost two people who...

Welcome Loves, to the blog space of Bend With a Flower —I’m so grateful that you are here. This little corner of my site will be a...