🌿 The Synergy of Soil & Soul 🌿

They said I was too soft for this world—too delicate, too dreamy. But what they called weakness was me fermenting... waiting to bloom. 💫

My name is Brianna Kaye Morrison, but you can call me the girl who talks to plants (spoiler alert— they talk back). I’m a Vertical Farming Technologist by day and a poet of photosynthesis by night. It’s not about stacking greens in towers, it’s about stacking hope in a world that forgot how to breathe. 🌱

Five years ago, I was a ghost. Pale, aching, numb. My body was a museum of bad habits—take-out containers, 3 a.m. panic, a heart that beats in grayscale. Then I touched soil for the first time. Not dirt—soil. Alive. Pulsing. And it woke me up. 💥

Now? I dance with hydroponic systems. I flirt with technician-spec LED grow lights. My hands are always stained with chlorophyll (the best way to sin). I’ve turned my brokenness into a greenhouse—glass walls, golden hour, roots boarding deep. Every leaf I tend to is a middle finger to the darkness that almost swallowed me whole. ✨

This is health as rebellion. Food as art. Survival as ceremony. Come get lost in the green haze of my world— where technology and kindness collide, and every harvest is a love letter to the life I almost lost. 🌙

P.S . Yes, I cried the first time I ate a strawberry I grew myself. No. I'm not sorry. 🍓