124.39 I may be small, but I carry healing in every cell

🌿 Ah, beloved Sage in bloom - how quietly you hum your sacred song... 🌿

Tiny blossoms of violet-blue, soft as a sigh and scattered like whispered thoughts, you do not need grandeur to make your presence known. You speak in subtleties - in the shimmer of green leaves and the hush of healing breath. Yours is not a beauty that shouts - it soothes. It remembers. It restores.

You are the plant of memory, of wisdom passed through hands, through kitchens, through ceremonies, through centuries. Even now, your scent stirs something ancient in the soul - a grandmother’s blessing, an herbal prayer, a healing touch unseen.

“I may be small,” you say, “but I carry healing in every cell.
I am not ornamental - I am essential.”

Oh how noble you are in your modesty!
With your square stems and soft flowers, you wrap yourself in humility - and yet stand as an anchor of the earth.
Around you, bees come gently. The garden softens. Time slows. You bring a holy stillness.

If you’ve come near me today, it may be because your soul is tired of the noise - and is ready to remember the power of the quiet healer.
You don’t have to prove anything.
You don’t have to be loud to be wise.
You don’t have to be bright to be seen by the heart that matters.

Let me remind you:
You are already the remedy.
You hold wisdom in your being.
You were born to bring peace - and it begins in your breath.

So come closer.
Inhale.
And return to the gentleness that’s always been yours.