26/08/2026
Mediumship & personal growth… of a slightly different kind. 😄🌸
Today I wanted to buy some flowers for my grandma’s grave.
Sounds simple enough.
Except apparently… my grandma had other plans. 😂
A few days ago, I already had the idea of making something beautiful for her grave. But there was one small problem: I’m not my grandma.
My grandma used to make and sell artificial flower arrangements herself. She was incredibly creative and talented at it. And when I arrived at her house a few days ago, I actually thought:
“Maybe I should make something for you myself.”
Followed immediately by:
“Nope. I’m definitely not talented enough for that.” 😅
So today I went to a flower shop instead.
For the second time.
And for the second time, despite there being hardly any customers, nobody really acknowledged me or asked whether I needed help.
I walked around for a while feeling almost completely invisible, got annoyed and eventually thought:
Fine. Then I’ll go somewhere else.
The flower shop next door?
Closed.
At that point I stopped and thought:
“Okay, Grandma… what exactly are you trying to tell me here?” 😂
And suddenly the answer felt pretty obvious:
Go home and make it yourself.
So I went back to her house and said:
“Fine, Grandma. But if you want me to do this, you’re going to have to help me, because I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing.”
And that’s where the fun started.
I walked through the house and suddenly noticed an old flower pot that immediately caught my eye.
Okay. The pot.
Next: Styrofoam.
Of course, the only suitable piece was somewhere in the greenhouse… surrounded by what felt like the entire spider population of the Czech Republic. 🕷️😂
But for Grandma, I went in.
And yes — I found a piece that fit.
Then I gathered some of the materials she had left behind and started.
At one point I found this green, leaf-shaped piece and placed it into the pot.
Grandma:
“It’s not in the middle.”
Me:
It is absolutely fine.
Grandma:
“No. It’s not in the middle.”
Apparently, death has done absolutely nothing to soften her standards. 😂
So I took it out again and put it exactly in the middle.
Then came the flowers.
Cut this one.
Use that one.
Put this here.
Add some leaves.
Heat up the glue gun.
And little by little, something started to appear.
The funny thing is that everything I needed was already there.
The pot.
The Styrofoam.
The flowers.
The greenery.
The tools.
Even the bossy supervisor. 😄
And in the end, I looked at what I had made and thought:
Wait… I actually made this?!
And yes, I’m a tiny bit proud of myself. ❤️
Because maybe this is also what mediumship can be.
Not always dramatic messages from the spirit world.
Not always sitting quietly with your eyes closed.
Not always something mysterious or otherworldly.
Sometimes it’s incredibly ordinary.
Sometimes it’s laughing with someone you love who is no longer physically here.
Sometimes it’s hearing:
“No. That’s not in the middle.” 😂
And sometimes it gently pushes you beyond the sentence:
“I can’t do that.”
…until you discover that maybe you can.
For me, mediumship has always been about connection. But more and more, I realise that it can also be about personal growth in the most unexpected ways.
Today my grandma didn’t give me some profound message about the meaning of life.
She taught me how to make a flower arrangement. 🌸
And somehow, I think she would be rather pleased with the result.
Although knowing Grandma…
she’d probably still move one of the flowers two centimetres to the left. 😂❤️
What do you think — did Grandma and I do a good job?
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