The Thread That Runs Through Everything: Writing as My Compass

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 feels like alignment, like being in the right current at the right time. And over the years, I’ve realized that this secret has been quietly present all along: my writing.

Writing is not just something I do. It is something that has held me steady when everything else felt uncertain. It has been the voice I return to when the world grows loud, the anchor I cling to when life demands I stretch beyond what feels possible. I have tried, at times, to step away from it. To push it aside in favour of other passions, my Mother is a writer, a poet and I never wanted to claim the title for myself. Not like her. And yet, every attempt to abandon it only confirms the truth: all of my past and present successes, all of the moments that have shaped the course of my life, are inseparable from this practice.

Lately, this truth has become even more tangible. People tell me that they book experiences and services with me because of the way I write. They say my words reach them, resonate with them, and create a sense of connection even before we meet. And the more I write, the more I find my community reaching back—writing to me personally to say that my words matter, that they look forward to them, that they help in ways I could never have predicted.

There is a kind of magic in returning to the page, in watching the words unfold even when I feel lost. Writing has a rhythm, a heartbeat, a clarity that life rarely offers in real time. It is prophetic in the way it surfaces truths before I fully understand them, and poetic in the way it finds the language for what the heart has always known. It is both mirror and map.

Flower sitting in circle writing her vow to self on her arrow she will break during Goddess Reclaimed Pilgrimage by Amanda Ring in 2024. Photograph by: Meg Craig

Through writing, I have seen the invisible threads that connect my experiences; the people who enter my life, the opportunities that appear, the doors that open when I least expect them. I have noticed that the act of writing itself invites reflection, discernment, and awareness. It asks me to pay attention, to listen deeply, and to honor the whispers of intuition that often guide the most significant steps.

Perhaps the greatest lesson here is simple, yet profound: return, again, again and again, to what calls you, even when it is difficult, even when it feels small or unseen. Commit to that call, and it will show you the path. For me, that path has always been written on the page, and it has become the bridge between my inner world and the lives I touch.

Writing has been my faithful guide. It has shaped my work, my relationships, and my impact. It has become a living thread that binds my experiences together, transforming uncertainty into insight, isolation into connection, and inspiration into action. And I have learned, over and over, that the act of returning to it is itself a kind of revelation: a quiet, persistent, transformative force that shapes the life I am meant to live.

Much like writing, our ancestry is a thread we can return to again, again and again—

whether to heal, to remember, or to rediscover the strength that has carried us this far.

In my Ancestral Healing Sessions,

I hold space for you to reconnect with the lineages and stories that shape your life,

clearing what no longer serves and reclaiming the wisdom that does.

If these words have resonated with you, perhaps it is because your own ancestors are calling you to listen, to write, and to heal.

Pictured: Flower's Spirit-tools. Photographer: Stephanie McCarthy.

If you feel the pull Love, I welcome you to reach out via email bendwithaflower@outlook.com

or direct message on social media and step into this work with me.

I look forward to weaving with you,

xoxo Flower