The Flowered Path

This September feels like a threshold.
A doorway I’ve been quietly walking towards, step by step, flower by flower.

With the spring equinox, a new moon in Virgo, and a lunar eclipse in Pisces — my moon sign — it feels as though the universe has conspired to mark this season of becoming. My birthday month. My birthday week. A time of endings, but also of unfurling beginnings.

I recently stood before the lens with the amazingly talented Hawkesbury Photographer and dear friend of mine Jennifer Borg, surrounded by paths of flowers like the ones that have carried me here. It was more than a photoshoot — it was a moment of honouring. Honouring the flower child in me, the petal magic my soul seems to have carried across lifetimes. Honouring the woman I’ve been, and the woman I am choosing to become in my 40s.

The homestead blooms into its new season now, and so do I.
Both of us rooted in soil, both of us shaped by seasons, both of us learning the grace of blooming again.

This story — my story, this season, these flowers — is still being written. But I can’t wait to share more of my quiet reflections and the lessons learned through the beauty of flowers with you.

Here’s to a new path.
A flowered path.
One lined with blooms left by all the women I have been, each one now honoured for the way she has carried me here. To the new petals unfolding. And to the quiet magic of beginning again.

Until we wander again,

Kate