“Come Celebrate Me” is a poem that rises from the quiet spaces between loss and renewal — an invitation to honor the parts of ourselves that have endured, evolved, and learned to shine again. It’s not a call for praise, but for presence — a gentle reminder that healing itself is sacred work. Each line stirs gratitude for the beauty found in our becoming, where celebration is no longer about perfection, but about wholeness.
A vacant plot.
The eager soil.
Pieces left unnoticed.
A garden’s thirst.
Light and water.
Cautious buds emerge.
Come celebrate me.
Fulfilled can flourish.
Flowers bloom inside.
Well-Stirred Reflection:
When was the last time you celebrated your own becoming — not for what you achieved, but for what you’ve overcome and learned to love within yourself?
Well-Stirred & Wondering 
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