Bloom

What grief planted, healing grew.
This space is where grief meets growth.
Here you will find the story of how gardening became part of my healing, simple ways to start tending something of your own, and the curated pieces I use to make the process grounding and beautiful.
Bloom matters because healing is not only about surviving loss. It is about learning how to live again — gently, slowly, in your own season.

The Root & Becoming

When my mother died, I felt uprooted.

Grief shifted the ground beneath me. The world kept moving, but inside I felt suspended, unsure where to place the love that still lived in me. I didn’t know what to do with my hands. So I placed them in soil.

I didn’t start gardening because I knew how. I started because I needed something living to tend when I felt undone. Something that would respond to care. Something that would grow, even slowly.

The greenhouse became sacred space. Seeds did not rush. They honored seasons. They rested. They broke open before they bloomed.

Grief broke me open too.

Somewhere between planting and waiting, I realized I wasn’t just tending a garden. I was learning how to stay open. How to remain soft. How to nurture life again without abandoning my loss.

Grief was the winter.
Bloom is the becoming.

Why Gardening Heals

🌿 It regulates your body.
Hands in soil activate grounding and calm the nervous system.
🌿 It gives grief somewhere to go.
You cannot resurrect the person you lost.
But you can nurture something that still responds to your care.
🌿 It teaches seasons.
Not everything blooms at once.
Not even you.

Start Small

You do not need a greenhouse to begin.
You do not need a backyard, raised beds, or a perfectly curated plan. You need one pot. One plant. One small yes.
Healing does not require grand gestures. It often begins with something simple and living, a peppermint plant in your kitchen window, a small pot of basil on your counter, a handful of soil under your fingernails.
Start with what you can tend.
Peppermint is one of my favorites because it grows generously. It responds to care. It reminds you that life can return again and again, even after being cut back.
Let this be your permission: begin where you are. Tend what is within reach. Watch what grows.
Sometimes the smallest plant becomes the first sign that you are blooming, too. 🌿

My Garden Collection

Over time, tending became part of my ritual.

I didn’t just gather plants. I gathered pieces that made the experience feel sacred simple tools, beautiful pots, soft gloves, watering cans that felt like extensions of my care.

I curated my Garden Collection with intention. These are the pieces I personally use and love, chosen not for perfection, but for how they make tending feel grounding and beautiful.

If you are starting small, or building something bigger, I’ve gathered everything in one place to make it easier for you to begin.

🌿 Explore My Gardening Essentials

Bloom is not just a page. It is a practice.

On my Pinterest board, Petals, Peace & Healing, I share the visual side of this journey greenhouse moments, wildflowers, mint rituals, golden hour tending, and the quiet joy of building something living after loss.

It is where grief and beauty meet.
It is where softness and strength coexist.

If you are craving gentle inspiration for your own garden sanctuary, come walk through it with me.

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