I know that in times of stress I have the tendency to stop moving. Sometimes I hide. This can be good or not so good. 

Many of us are experiencing a lot of stress, and we are looking for some kind of rhythm. I don’t want to bury my head, but I literally can’t afford to be in a constant state of dysregulation. I don’t have my rhythm yet, but I’m looking for things that help me find it: the proper personal support, community, ways to help, and art to express what I cannot. These flowers are inviting me to keep seeking my own rhythm. I’m not sure about all of it yet, but I know it involves self-love, and loving others. So far, it’s a small drum, but I’m beating it.

Love, Cheri