The Quiet Bloom

The Quiet Bloom is a soulful, earth-based journey—a meditation rooted in self-love, intention setting, and the quiet art of tending your soul’s garden. To sit in the sanctuary within you, and remember how it feels to simply be.

You will hold two seeds—one for yourself, one for the world—and plant them with trust, guided by nature spirits and the wisdom of your inner garden. Because what you tend, grows. And I believe it’s time for something beautiful to bloom in you.

Transcript

Let us begin,

Not with doing,

But with being.

Close your eyes,

And allow your breath to lead you,

Not into shadows,

Not into old wounds,

But into something far more precious,

The celebration of what is growing.

Let your breath be slow,

Let it find its rhythm,

Like waves caressing a quiet shore.

Inhale,

Feel the weight of your body resting,

Anchored,

Supported,

And exhale,

Let go of everything that pulls you forward,

Everything that says you must rush.

This moment is yours,

And there is nowhere else you need to be.

This journey is not about weeding,

Or fixing,

Or striving,

It's about tending,

Tending the beauty already alive within you.

Tending the life that stirs quietly,

Joyfully,

Beneath the surface.

Tending the garden of your soul.

With each breath,

Feel your body growing roots,

Roots that stretch downward,

Deep into the earth,

Seeking the quiet,

Sacred places where all life begins.

Breathe in,

And feel that life.

Breathe out,

And release any whisper that says you must earn this peace.

You are here because you are ready,

Ready to nurture,

To celebrate,

To bloom.

With each breath,

Feel yourself held by the ground beneath you,

By all the unseen life that pulses all around.

And somewhere in the stillness,

You begin to hear it,

A whisper,

A calling.

There's a place that waits for you,

A place that exists between the worlds,

Not quite here,

Not quite there.

A place where your soul is known,

Where dreams have shape,

And seeds remember how to grow.

This place is your inner garden,

A sanctuary born from your essence,

A space that has always been patiently waiting for you to return,

And today,

You return.

This is the way to your sanctuary,

A garden beyond time,

Woven of earth and spirit,

Held in the heart of the middle world.

This garden is not a place of work,

But a place of wonder,

A place where vibrancy reigns,

A place where the soul is welcomed home,

And the seeds of your joy and gifts are ready to take root.

Follow this path now,

Slowly and reverently.

Let the air change as you walk,

Growing sweeter and richer as it carries the breath of the land itself.

Every step is a conscious step of returning,

A conscious step of knowing,

And a conscious step of reverence,

And as you breathe,

The earth beneath you begins to soften in a path that unfolds.

You see it not just with your eyes,

But with your heart,

As though it has always been there waiting.

Each step draws you closer to a threshold,

A place of remembering,

And then before you,

A portal shimmering with gentle light appears.

Perhaps it's an arch of flowering vines or a circle of ancient stones,

Maybe it's a curtain of silver mist.

However it appears,

You know this place,

Your heart remembers.

Stand before it now,

Feeling all of the energy that this place holds for you,

Feeling the remembering coming back,

And take a breath deep into your belly,

And as you exhale,

Step through.

Step through the portal and feel yourself embraced by the aliveness of this place.

The air hums with quiet joy.

The colors are rich and more vivid as though painted with light.

You feel it in your skin,

In your bones,

A sense of belonging,

And the path winds softly through wild meadows,

Past trees older than memory,

Under skies that shimmer with both day and night.

Take it all in.

And in the distance,

You see it,

Your garden,

Your sacred inner garden,

And as you approach,

The air shifts again,

The scents are familiar like old songs long forgotten,

Sweetness of blossoms,

The earthy breath of moss and stone.

This garden is yours,

And it is alive,

A being with its own rhythm,

Its own soul.

What do you see here?

A circle of trees,

Arms outstretched,

The quiet pool still as glass,

Paths that meander like rivers inviting you deeper.

Take your time and walk slowly.

Let your fingers brush the leaves,

Let your feet sink gently into the soil.

There is no hurry here,

Growing is slow,

Becoming is patient,

And along your path you notice small wooden signs,

Perhaps carved by your garden spirits,

Etched with a single seed thought.

And this one asks,

What is already blooming within you that you have not yet noticed?

And walking further along this path,

You begin to feel the presence of others,

A gentle hum of nature spirits,

A soft laughter of fairies dancing in the breeze.

They watch you with kind eyes,

Knowing that you have returned.

The next wooden sign,

Etched with another seed thought,

Asks you,

What does it feel like to tend rather than strive?

What does it feel like to tend rather than strive?

And continue walking along the path as you contemplate this soul seed.

At the heart of your garden stands your garden spirit.

They're your companion in this sacred tending,

The keeper of your inner sanctuary,

The one who has watched over this place,

Nurturing its growth in your absence,

Holding your dreams,

Your light,

Your joy.

Look upon them now.

How do they appear to you?

Perhaps a radiant being of light or a wise elder woven of bark and bloom or a playful guide shimmering with laughter.

However they come,

Trust this form.

It is exactly what your soul needs.

And they smile,

For they are glad that you have come home.

And in their hands they hold two seeds,

Not seeds you must search for,

But seeds they have tended,

Nurtured quietly,

Waiting for the moment you would return.

One seed is for you,

And one seed is for the world.

And your garden spirit steps forward and places these seeds gently into your hands.

Feel their weight,

Not heavy,

But full of promise.

Feel their warmth,

Not urgent.

Not faint,

But alive.

You do not need to know yet what they will become,

Only that they are yours to tend,

And that now is the time to plant them.

And you now come upon another wooden sign,

Another soul seed.

And etched on this one are the reflective seed thoughts,

What is calling to grow in me?

And what am I called to offer the world?

Continue on your journey,

Letting these soul seeds incubate inside of you.

And before planting,

There is time to rest,

To listen,

To feel the hum of your garden.

Walk slowly through this place,

Notice what is already growing.

Notice the colors,

The textures,

The scents.

Hear the whispers of leaves,

The soft laughter of water,

The songs of unseen wings.

This garden is not barren,

It is vibrant.

And today you have not come to fix,

But to celebrate,

To tend,

To bring more life into what already lives within you.

The small wooden sign in your garden asks you,

How can I bring this sense of vibrant stillness into my daily life?

How can I bring this sense of vibrant stillness into my daily life?

And your garden spirit moves closer now,

Their eyes deep with knowing,

Their presence both gentle and strong.

And they invite you to sit,

Perhaps on a stone or a bed of soft moss,

And to simply be.

And they ask you,

Do you know how to care for these seeds?

And you might respond with words or feelings or silence,

Whatever rises is enough.

And they place a hand over your heart,

Or maybe they simply look into you and they begin to speak.

These seeds are alive but delicate,

They say.

They will not grow in noise,

And they will not thrive in haste.

How can you create space for stillness,

Even in the busiest of days?

To tend them you must return to yourself,

To the earth,

To stillness,

Each day find a moment,

Even if small,

To remember why you planted them.

Speak kindly to them,

They continue.

Speak kindly to yourself,

Water them with joy,

With beauty,

With the quiet promise that you will not abandon them.

And your garden spirit asks you,

What does it mean to not abandon the parts of yourself that are still becoming?

And they continue on.

And when the world is heavy,

They say,

Bring your hand to the earth or to your heart,

And remember,

Growth is not always seen,

But it is always happening.

Let your garden spirit show you what your daily tending looks like,

Not in perfection,

But in presence.

And you're being asked to further contemplate what does tending my seeds in the world look like for me?

And your garden spirit rises,

And so do you.

And they guide you now,

Slowly,

Lovingly,

To a place in the garden that is ready,

Ready to receive.

The earth here is soft beneath your feet,

Rich and dark,

Full of quiet power.

And you kneel,

Feeling the life that stirs just beneath the surface a hum,

A promise.

This is where your first seed will rest.

This is where your dream,

Your desire,

Your hope will begin its next becoming.

Let your hands move gently to the earth,

Feel its warmth,

Its welcome.

And take your first seed,

The one for you,

And hold it close for a moment.

What does this seed represent?

Is it love?

Joy?

Courage?

Something still unnamed,

But felt deeply?

There's no need to speak it now unless you wish,

But just feel,

Feel the seed,

Feel its potential,

Its unlimited possibility of what that could bring to your life,

How it could change you,

Enhance or shift your life.

And when you're ready,

Press the seed into the earth,

Let it go,

Not in loss,

But in trust.

And if you like,

Whisper to it,

May you grow with grace,

May you bloom in beauty.

And cover it gently with care.

Sit for a while with this seed now planted,

Feel what stirs in the earth beneath you,

Feel what stirs in your heart.

And now rise,

And your garden spirit leads you again to another place in this garden,

This one for your second seed,

The seed for the world.

This is the seed that carries your offering,

Your gift to something greater than yourself.

And hold this seed now,

Feel its weight,

Slightly different,

But just as true.

And what does this seed carry?

Compassion?

A prayer for peace?

A dream for the healing of the earth?

Let it speak to you,

Let it show you.

And when you're ready,

Press this seed into the soil.

And whisper to it if you'd like,

May you bless many,

May you spread light.

Cover it gently and rest your hands upon the earth.

Just rest,

Nothing more to do.

Just feel what you have just planted.

And your garden spirit comes to your side now,

And you place a hand upon your shoulder and perhaps even upon your heart,

And you feel warmth spread through you,

Not just warmth,

But strength.

And I speak again.

You have planted well,

Beloved one.

What you've given to this garden,

You've also given to yourself.

And what you've given to the world will grow in ways you cannot see,

Yet.

They step back,

But their presence does not fade.

They are here,

Always.

And they offer you this promise.

These seeds will be tended to not only by you,

But by all who walk with you.

Return here when you need rest.

Return here when you need reminding.

This garden is yours.

And they smile,

And you feel the truth of their words settle into you like sunlight.

And out of the corner of your eye,

You see another one of those wooden signs,

A seed thought,

Asking you,

How will I walk in the world knowing what I have planted?

And visualize all of our garden growing and blooming The seeds have been planted.

The tending has begun.

It is time to return.

Not to leave,

But to carry this place within you.

Your garden spirit walks you to your portal.

There is no goodbye.

Only,

I'll see you next time.

And you step through back along the path.

Your breath guiding you home.

Feel yourself slowly returning to your body.

To the space that you're in right now.

Feeling your fingers,

Your toes,

Feel the breath that now carries something new.

Feel your heart opening.

You are whole.

You are held.

You have planted with hope.

Reviews

Loved the garden/seed metaphor. Tending is a great word. Also the ‘vibrant calm’ ? Not sure if that’s right, altogether really appreciate the garden and seeds sprouting within me as I headed home! Going to journal- got a lot from this.
Mahalo & Aloha 🌺🌻🪷💮🌷

Just what I needed today. Loving, tender, hopeful. Thank you for walking with me and so many others. 💙

The most powerful inner journey I’ve taken. Thank you!

This was so wholesome and nurturing. Will be saved in my bookmark for repeating. Thank you!

Thank you 🙏

As always an amazing guiding and journey! Thank you from the bottom of my heart for helping me planting these beautiful seeds. Sending you lots of love and good vibes☀️💕🤗

Absolutely perfect. I found your new meditation on the perfect day.

September 12, 2025. A day that I needed to go inward and decide who I am in the world.

Thank you. 🫶🏻

That was beautiful. 🙏 I look forward to meeting you some day now that you’re on the East Coast 💚

Beautiful journey, beautifully made Dakota. Once again your gifts have opened my heart, my soul to grow. I am forever grateful for you being my guide, my teacher. 🙏🏻Aho🙏🏻

Wonderful.

This is simply wonderful! Thank you for the reminder that growth is quiet and patient. For the inner garden that's always there. For the abundance inside. Thank you for this journey!

This woman talks to my soul! THANK YOU!

Wonderful, thank you so much. 🙏

Beautifully done!🌸🙏🏼💗