"long live the rose that grew"

Today, I celebrate 5 years of recovery. This is the story of "the rose that grew from the concrete".

I don't know how to be anything but transparent in all that I do. There is a large number of people that believe business owners should be careful when sharing about their personal lives on public platforms. This topic would be especially taboo.

I think those people mean well, and in some cases I may even agree.

However, La Rosa Que Crecio´means so much more to me than selling flowers & booking weddings. The fuel behind this business is my passion and love for creating magic with plants. That has been given to me through my recovery....the ability to be present.  I've never been more present than when I am working with flowers. It's impossible to be angry when knee deep in color and fragrance.  So thats what you'll get when you do invite me to be a part of your special day.....a labor of love. 

I think in this industry, and other creative industries, artists are given the luxury of being able to be imperfect...unapologetically human.

 "La Rosa Que Crecio´" translates to "the rose that grew".  

“Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete?
Provin nature’s laws wrong it learned how to walk without havin feet
Funny it seems but, by keepin its dreams
It, learned to breathe FRESH air
Long live the rose that grew from concrete
When no one else even cared
No one else even cared..”


I was forced to be an adult from a very young age. Just as so many do that are thrown into child-adulthood, we are missing some vital tools from our life-toolbox. Enough emotional pain and not enough coping mechanisms  will cause some to turn to substances, people, & things to "make it better".

This is just what I did.  Minus a lot of gritty details, I hit rock bottom at 23.  I didn't mean to get sober. I just didn't want to feel like I had been feeling anymore.

What I found was a community of people that held me up, taught me life lessons and supported me. 

When I got sober, I saw the world with fresh eyes.  I got to know myself...my likes, my dislikes. It seemed as though there were endless possibilities.

Much like getting sober, I didn't mean to work with flowers.  It was a happy accident.  I started heading down to the flower market and practicing. I liked the way it made me feel...calm, peaceful, finally present. 

I think you know when you've found your "thing".  It just make sense. It feels right. 

Without recovery, I would have never been given the gift of clarity. Without the gift of clarity, I would have never noticed the flowers growing through the concrete.

I found this photo not too long ago.  I realized it was within the first 2 days of my recovery.  I was in the grass, making flower crowns.