This piece is about the kind of strength that doesn’t draw attention to itself. It’s not dramatic. It doesn’t shine or shout. But it endures. I wove it during a season when I was discovering my own voice- one that had been buried for a long time under expectations, responsibilities, and quiet survival.

There’s no single focal point here. Instead, the layers build softly- dark earth tones at the base, brighter greens and flecks of yellow rising through. It mimics the quiet persistence of roots. Of growth that happens deep in the dark before it ever reaches the surface.

No Flash, No Spark honors the slow, grounded work of becoming. Of emerging. Of holding on through seasons that don’t offer much light but still ask you to grow.

This is the eighth piece in What Holds, a series about quiet resilience, unseen strength, and the sacred persistence of life just beneath the surface.