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Bloom is one woman’s restorative quest toward love. Yet, through bare as bones poems, narrative, essays and brief meditations, it proves to be healing for you, too, if you’ve ever looked at yourself and cringed at the not so beautiful. Bloom seeks release and acceptance. It is an act of utter vulnerability with the hope of giving you the freedom to sprout gracefully into your most magical self, understanding that every experience, lapse in judgment, and fall from grace has led you right back to you.
Written by author Brittany Travestè, this book has been a wonderful journey for me. While reading it felt as if this was a story of my own, told in a way that I personally would be unable to convey. From “Trust Issues” to “Regret”, the poems walk you through a journey toward self-love.
What I loved about Bloom, is that the progression of this woman in the book nothing unique. At some point in our lives, we have all been there. We have all loved hard and wrong. We have had our heart broken, and for many, we have had to take the long road to discover who we really are.
After reading this book, it was one that I knew I had to share with my newly teenage daughter. My daughter who is an avid reader (mostly of dystopian fantasy), read the first few pages and was immediately curious (and hooked). This book allowed she and I to have an open conversation about life, love, and relationships, in a way that I never thought imaginable. If you have a teenage daughter, niece, or neighbor, I definitely recommend sharing this book with her.
For more about Brittany Traveste check out www.brittanytraveste.com
Love of impromptu dance parties, 80’s cartoons, and horizontal life pauses (aka naps); Natasha Brown is a stay at home mom of 4 kids, and wife to one lucky guy! In her spare time, she is co-editor of Grits & Grace, as well as editor for The Mother Hustler Blog and Creative Director for the Mother Hustler podcast.