The Day the White Rose Vireya Bloomed

The Grove was hushed this morning.
Not silent—just still, like the world was holding its breath.

And then, she rose.

The White Rose Vireya didn’t bloom to be seen.
She bloomed because it was time.
With moonlight in her hair and truth in her hands, she stepped forward:

gentle, grounded, unshakably real.

At her side: a small white bunny, ever alert,

like it had always known she was coming.

She wasn’t loud.
But her honesty rippled through the Grove like a soft bell.

When a younger bloom asked,

“Aren’t you scared people won’t like you if you tell the truth?”

She knelt by her bunny, smoothed its ears, and said:

“Other people’s reactions to your truth aren’t your burden to carry.
If you live with a good heart, those meant for you will see it.
The earth will know.
The children will run to you.
The animals will curl beside you.
Because truth heals your energy. And the world can feel that.”

And the Grove… just listened.

She stayed near the pond, slow and steady.
She didn’t hide. She didn’t hurry.
She simply let the truth settle into the roots beneath her.

Peace, not performance.

That’s the day she bloomed.
But it wasn’t the last.

And now? She holds my hand.

When I write.
When I breathe.
When I choose to think for myself, even when it’s hard.

I’ve been called crazy. Dramatic. Difficult.
I’m a redhead. I get angry. We all do.
But if someone is emotionally raw and you push them; don’t be surprised when they defend themselves.
That’s not weakness. That’s survival.

If your behavior provokes calm people to lash out, the problem may not be them.
Maybe it’s the pressure you're creating.

I’m not where I was.
I’m not sick. I’m not broken.
I’m the healthiest I’ve ever been: in mind, body, and spirit.

I write to process.
I clean to ground.
I tend my home like it’s a sacred part of me.

If I’m mad, you’ll find me in my yard with my hands in the dirt.
You’ll find me scrubbing baseboards, shifting the energy while I sort through my emotions.
That’s not instability.
That’s wisdom.

And if I seem “mean”?
It’s likely because I was backed into a corner.

I don’t start with fire, but I will use it to protect what’s true.

I will fight for me.

Because she, the woman I became and love, is not weak.
She is powerful.
She is kind.
She is clear.

She doesn’t ask for everyone to like her.
She leads with compassion, but she no longer shrinks for the comfort of others.

Not my family.
I love you.
I see your struggles.
If we can argue and still hold respect, I will always honor that.

But if you meet me with belligerence, be prepared.
This version of me doesn’t bend for peace that asks her to disappear.

🤍 The White Rose taught me:

Truth doesn’t require a spotlight.
It doesn’t need to be loud.
It just needs to be lived.

Truth heals your energy.
Truth clears the fog.

Those who truly see you; will love you more, not less, for speaking it.

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