Bloom Where You’ve Been Buried
Hey love, I’m Chauna! Or Mama Icon, if you know what’s good.
I am the holistic life coach, soft life enthusiast, and your favorite spiritual confidante. With a tea bar dream and a velvet journal full of manifestations. This blog? It’s my little corner of the internet where we slow down, unpack the heavy stuff, and bloom out loud. I speak healing, softness, and all the wild magic in between. This is where stillness meets soul work. Think of me as your big sister, with a teacup in one hand and the truth in another.
Sometimes life plants us in places we’ve never even asked to grow. The dirt may be unfamiliar, tight, and heavy with silence. Yet somehow, we can bloom. There’s a special kind of strength in showing up after the storm. Not the kind that’s loud, but the kind that whispers. “With great hardship, surely comes ease. ” Maybe you’ve been overlooked, maybe you feel pushed to the side. Perhaps you have been underestimated, or even feeling buried by the weight you’ve had to carry.
This post is for you! Buried doesn’t mean discarded, it just means planted! This is your reminder that just because something looks like an ending doesn’t mean it is. There is really no such thing….Rest seasons aren’t failures, they are the deep inhales before your next expansion. You don’t need to rush the process or perform for your healing. You just need to tend to the truth that’s already rooted inside of you.
So, here’s what blooming might look like now:
Saying no and meaning it. Remember “No” is a complete sentence.
Drinking your tea slowly instead of running to the next thing. Or taking some “me time”.
Speaking up for yourself even when your voice shakes. (Do it girl!)
Starting over, even when you're scared to be seen again.
Loving yourself out loud — not just in the mirror, but in the moments your younger self would’ve stayed quiet.
You are allowed to be soft and deeply powerful. You are allowed to rest as well as rise. Whether you’re blooming with glitter on your cheeks or tears in your eyes, just keep going. You’re never behind and you were never broken. Alternatively, you are blossoming right on time.
A Little Ritual:
Before bed tonight, place your hand over your heart and ask yourself:
“Where am I still growing?”
Then repeat this affirmation:
I thank the dark soil for what it taught me.
I honor my petals that are still unfolding.
I will still bloom here.
Until next time loves,
Chauna Green
