Felice holds the seeds that grow into blossoming wishes. She nurtures and listens, whether there is a small or large ambition, or if the quest is for a self or worldly mission. She is always at your submission, until your dreams come into fruition. Like the fabled origin of the poinsettia, weeds turning to flowers is within the power of this vessel. She whispers into your reveries it is said, “Your dreams are sealed under my lid, until you are ready for one to no longer be hid. Only then will the world know, what you were once timid to show.” Believe and have faith to know, the seeds of dreams do indeed flower and grow.