The Story of Heavenly Petals.

Flowers have always been part of the story. My favorite thing to draw as a child (and even now) is a house, underneath the smiling yellow sun, lush green grass and perfect little pink flowers. I could not tell you what kind of flowers they are, and they continue to grace my doodles to this day. All I know is their image, their sweetness, their vibration, take up a forever space in my subconscious- in my soul- in my expressions. 

So why Heavenly Petals?

Well, on a day totally unique in its vibration, I sat in my Brother's room- which is just down the hall from the kitchen where my Father used to bake Shepard's Pie. The kitchen is adjacent to the tile floor my Mama put down herself, in the foyer. These tiles lead to my Father's office where he would read, write and manifest so much of his brilliance. And they lead to the Mezuzah my Mama nailed into the threshold of our front door. Needless to say, our family home is endowed with the presence. Whether you believe that presence to be God or many, Jesus or Buddha, or maybe you believe in the power of a memory- Our family has lived and thrived amongst what we understand as Divine Love. Like the residue of a mother's kiss on her baby's cheek- it's come and gone, but somehow you know it still exists there and you can call on it's sweetness whenever you need it. So we live in our family home-

Back to my Brother's room. I was sitting in a wicker white chair, tired as could be. I looked across the room at my daughter and my sister- equally as tired from "caretaking"(for everyone but ourselves) and we exchanged glances of knowing. Our eyes met all at once, and in acknowledgment of each other we shook our heads. We shook our heads for sleepless nights and tired mornings to tired days outside of fulfillment. We shook our heads to existence, without acknowledgment of ourselves and in turn without the acknowledgments of the Divine. We shook our heads for living by the burden of survival instead of the abundance of love, exchange, joy and the light we all saw in each other. We shook our heads because we all deserved better and we all have gifts to share within our collective and individual 'joy' we had yet to deem valuable.

In that instant, the room felt silent and I said ,"You know I have been thinking about my work..". 

A storm of intuition hit. My daughter, my sister and myself growling, also known as fussin', and what came out of us, no, through us was a formula that would set us all free. The Divine flooded in with signs, agreements, "Achés" from the beyond. Free to explore our divinely given gifts in a space of joy and collaboration with the Divine- we were on fire, excited, elated to witness the simultaneous unfolding of our individual and collective purpose. We knew this unfolding would serve as a light and an elevation for so many on this planet.

In that space, we explored our garden of gifts. We ran our fingers over the velvety petals of each flower- representing what we held on our hearts for so long but only this special moment could we truly see the beauty in each of them-the beauty in each of us. So today we have Heavenly Petals. A space for divine expression and reflection intuited awareness and joy-just joy to share. From our most authentic place to yours.  We offer these services to elevate the collective vibration to one of blissful, sweet, joy. 

We are so happy that you have navigated this way.