No rules, just roots
I’ve found myself returning to floral arranging after coming out of a loooong chapter of depression. There’s something so grounding about it gathering what the earth offers, foraging for what speak to me. I don’t plan much honestly… I just kinda walk into the woods and see what calls out to me. Whatever draws me in, I take gently, like it chose me too.
It’s funny how easy it is to forget the beauty of using your hands to play, to feel, to explore. It’s like how babies need sensory toys… I think we need that too, no matter the age we grow too. I never want to lose the part of me that’s curious, that stops to smell things, that feels textures and questions why something is the way it is. Lately, collecting moss has been my favourite part. I get to choose the softest patches, the fuzziest corners. I don’t really know what I’m doing tbh, and I think that’s what I love most. There are no rules. Just instinct.
When I bring everything home, I sit and start arranging. Then rearranging. Then starting all over again until something just feels right. It’s kind of like building Legos but only there’s no manual, just whatever feeling I’m chasing that day. It’s rare for me to find an activity that I get lost in like this. But floral arranging quiets the noise of my overly active mind.
I’ve been thinking about making a physical album capturing my arrangements alongside little notes from the day like what colours stood out, what textures felt right against each other, what I was feeling deep down. I think it’d be beautiful to have a physical records of the small things that took up my day.
Not sure if you can tell, but my thoughts are always all over the place. But I actually like it that way and as I said earlier, I don’t really know what I’m doing like ever but I like that I’m doing it anyways. That’s enough for me.
Can you guess I’m an earth sign? I feel so deeply connected to the land, mother nature often whispers to me and I try my best to listen. I don’t always know what I’m doing in those moments, but somehow, she always guides me to what I need. Mama knows best right.
˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚
I love this so much