Sunrise over the water
Sunrise above the clouds
as I travel here to this moment
leaving it all behind.
Never wanting
only being as we are
celebrating the sunshine
and the moonshine
and the tiny me inside
As we travel as giants
stretching, reaching,
near and far.
Embracing our togetherness
as a forest longing for visitors
and as givers are we
feeling like an empty page.
– Wendy Who Walks With Wildflowers
I am doing my best
to be wild and free
full of joy
full of a freedom to dance.
To breathe
to walk
to glide
Wild enough to take the next step
Wild enough to stomp and shout
Wild enough to never give up.
Never give up my best
even if it’s simple “hello”
even if it’s saying good bye
even if I don’t know what is the best.
I am full of enough to share
enough to give
enough to keep
enough to adore.
I am doing my best to be wild and free
as if nobody’s watching.
I am able to bloom because
the earth holds me in her arms
as gentle as an early morning dew.
The droplets nourish me
and if I choose
I peek around the outer layers
and embrace not one
but many lives
in wonder and awe
Trusting the new beginnings
as petals fall
as colors fade.
As seasons change
and I remember
the beauty of a bloom
and the lingering fragrance
of my life well lived.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
Look up to the sky
Be with it all no matter how small.
We care and we share
but do we dare
Dare to laugh when it seems so sad.
Wonder why
Be curious
not shy.
Open the door and wave, “Hi”
Smile at the frown
Smile at the lonely one.
Share a bite
Share a coin
Share the words
The words long lost.
Be the brightest
(or not)
Simply ask why, why, why.
Why the sadness
Why NOT the joy?
Remember the toy
played with joy
even if it was only a box
Be a kitten
Be a child
Be the one to find and discover.
– Wendy Who Walks With Wildflowers
I delight in the silence of being here in the comfort of home.
A home shared with dear and loving companions.
Companions that I’ve promised to care for and love.
I delight in knowing we have found one another, you and I.
We bring each other up in a true and loving light.
I delight in the subtleness of the air
moving through the leaves and grass on a calm day.
I delight in sunshine and moonshine but mostly sunshine
The warm rays of the sun on my face and how,
on spring days, my car warms like a summer day.
I delight in greeting Ellie, Wilson and Tiramisu
and how they return the greetings.
I delight in the ability to write words of expression
and to transfer thoughts onto paper or screen.
I delight in the flavor of the tomato basil soup.
I delight in seeing the world move along
in a continuum of all that is.
DELIGHT. DE – LIGHT.
Let them say she seemed to slowly disappear and we did not know her in her later years.
Let them say she stood up for them when they needed a strong one to be there.
Let them say she tried to care but didn’t quite know how.
Let them say she let others shine bright and preferred not to compete.
Let them say she learned and tried and in the end gave up.
Let them say she enjoyed the sunrise and the sunset.
Let them say she never seemed to like herself very much but encourage others to love themselves as they are.
Let them say she was once a daughter and a mother and a wife and a person who insisted we are all one.
Let them say she went along for the ride and laughed and sang and danced and cried.
Let them say she wanted to move on with joy and encourage all to treat all with kindness.
Let them say she loved to fill the page with words.
— Wendy Who Walks with Wildflowers
Over there where the kids’ section
rolls along like a song in the daily sunshine
disjointed colors sounding still
against the stillness
overwhelmed with sadness
of love and hope
On the slanted songe we whisper
to hang on and know
there is a calm river
to transport us to the underworld
The party down under
– Wendy Who Walks With Wildflowers
Quiet noise rumbles past
startling the wildebeast
be that may go by and by
belonging nowhere feeling all
peace, tranquility buzzes by
remembrance of a lonely man
in a long forgotten time
Stretch the expansion
filled with trembling wonder
peering here
not there
and welcoming the eyes so kind.
We see, we know, we also might glow
and in the frontiers of kindness
may we find another and another
see them as they are,
just so.
Envelope the kindness
and wish them well.
For the children may not know the care–
only the dare.
Dare not ask for it shall not be
wait, wait my dear for it is clear
you are the wonder
and the ever sparkling continuum
of everlasting, undefined brilliance
of graceful knowing.
— Wendy Who Walks With Wildflowers
In the swirling
etheric nothingness
retains a peaceful dwelling
of urchins once sad.
Twinkle twinkle little star
swing, sing loud and clear
next to the garden sown with sorrow.
Hiding in the crumbling teepee
she sat so still
there could only be
angels coming near.
– Wendy Who Walks With Wildflowers
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