You wandered into a thicket, chasing birdsong.
At first, the scrub was dull—then suddenly, bloom.
Lavender. Cream. A shimmer of clean green.
Ceanothus had been here the whole time.
She left you this message.

Clean something today, but don’t do it for virtue.
Do it because you deserve sparkle.
Wash your hands with care, wipe your face with a warm cloth, or sweep a corner while humming.

As you move, say aloud:
“I clear with gentleness. I shine by simply blooming.”