We’re taught to shed the parts of ourselves we don’t like, 



    Petal                         

                   by  
       
petal.

                           She loves me, 

        She loves me not, 


                           She loves me, 


                       

         She loves me not… 



What happens when just the stem is left? 

Hansel and Gretel found their way back home following the crumbs (they left behind).
           
            If we leave everything behind, we have nothing to build from.

A stem doesn't have the power of a leaf. It holds the shape of what was there, but what does it do with all that light?