GOD SPOKE IN FLOWERS

GOD SPOKE TODAY IN FLOWERS, AND I, WHO WAS WAITING ON WORDS,ALMOST MISSED THE CONVERSATION

Ingrid Goff

A moment of reflection on a day in my life.

🌿 “Atypical, Always”

Was my day typical?

Only if you count the way

a flame never burns the same way twice.

I woke to a sky undecided,

light slipping through my curtain like a whispered yes.

The kettle sighed,

my thoughts wandered.

I felt too much, as usual —

a text message tugged at my chest,

a scent cracked open a memory I hadn’t dusted in years,

a passing stranger’s glance lingered in me

like a line from a poem.

My day was full —

not in tasks,

but in textures, in thresholds,

in the holy ache of paying attention.

No, not typical.

But meaningful.

And if nothing else,

that is enough.

Because every breath is a beginning,

and I don’t live for patterns.

I live for presence.

Almost missed the conversation

Typical? Not even a little.

I don’t really do predictable. My days are more like mood boards — curated by intuition, colored by emotion, shaped by whatever moment asks to be felt.

Sometimes I get lost in a scent or a sentence. Sometimes a small thing — like the exact way sunlight hits the table — feels like a whole story.

I hold myself to high standards, not just in what I do, but in how deeply I want to live. So I move through the day wide open: noticing, sensing, reflecting. It’s exhausting sometimes, but it’s how I know every moment counts.

Even the quiet ones.

Especially the quiet ones.

So no — my day wasn’t typical.

But it was true.

And for me, that’s everything.

Tomorrow, the 30th of July, is my son’s birthday and he is very precious to me.

Not a typical day tomorrow. Just a day for amazing people.

Happy birthday Paul.

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