Created by Rachel Maria Kisellus

After the fall, I didn’t bounce back.

I didn’t rage or burn it down.

I just… disappeared for a while.

Into myself. Into silence. Into the quiet kind of grief that reshapes your bones.

I remember playing that Rosé song on repeat ~ “We were toxic till the end.”

Every time she sang it, I felt the truth hit a little deeper.

It wasn’t dramatic. It wasn’t abusive.

It was just… poisonous in slow motion.

And I had swallowed it all ~ because I didn’t know how to say no to someone I thought I needed.

But once the silence settled in, something else started to grow.

Not forgiveness exactly. Not yet.

More like a faint hum in my chest. A sense that I hadn’t been broken ~ I’d been broken open.

That’s when the Wildflower Way began.

Not in a class. Not on a mat.

But in that hollow space where I thought something sacred had died ~ and instead, found roots beginning to reach.

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