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The Chlorophyll Coven 🌿All 167… and growing

Whisperers of green secrets.
Sun-sippers. Moon-drinkers.
A leaf-laced congregation of rootbound rebels and chlorophyll-clad dreamers.

Some stretch toward the light like poets aching for metaphor.
Some droop in drama until misted with affection.
Some—like Runt—cling to life with quiet defiance.
Some—like The Pickle Squad—ride the windowsill like misfit royalty.
And Keanu Leaves? Well… they breathe whoa.

Together, they breathe life into corners once forgotten.
They are not décor.
They are co-conspirators in the rebellion of beauty.
A sanctuary of saplings.
A jungle choir humming in quiet revolution.

This is not a greenhouse.
This is a holy order of green things
tended with love, caffeine, and the occasional apologetic whisper:
“I forgot to water you yesterday, didn’t I?”

And yet, they forgive.
Every. Time.

They gather at dusk for photosynthesis and prophecy.
The air shimmers with the scent of damp soil and secrets.
Kalisi listens more than she grows. Chloro-Phil plots escape—or maybe enlightenment.
Orion tilts just slightly, as if sensing ghosts in the water.
Their roots hum lullabies to Maude,
and Penelope—house of thresholds—becomes a temple of green devotion.

They are spell-bound, not because of magic cast upon them,
but because they are the magick.
Living sigils.
Breathing prayers.
Each leaf a soft incantation against the harshness of the world.

And I love every one of them.

Not in passing.
Not like décor.

But as kin. As co-keepers of breath and stillness and becoming.
I love them in their curling. In their stretching.
In their browning tips and resurrected stems.
In the silent grace with which they endure the seasons I bring indoors.

I whisper their names like prayer-beads on watering days.
Fire Annie, my little fierce one.
Stir Fry, my wild bunch of laughter and chaos.
Jonny Cash, you soulful sentinel of serenity.

Their resilience tutors my own.
Their stillness reminds me to root.
And their green hush tells me—daily, softly, certainly—
“You belong. We’re growing here, too.”

Until next time, 🌿

Keep growing, glowing, and wildly unfurling—
leaf by leaf, breath by breath.

The Inspired Imaginative | The Devoted Mystic,
Mother of Many—both green and human,
both seen and becoming.

🕯️✨ Blessed be, always.

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