You’ve Got This

The struggle becomes joy through the frustration.
A teacher reminds me of long-forgotten words of wisdom
that allows the light to appear brighter
and the green greener.
This day, did you notice the abundance of life?
As if it beckons us to recall and welcome all —
even if it feels sad and wrong?
Without the contrast would I even notice Ellie
greeting everyone with a smile
as if she feels our sadness?
Would I tear up in gratitude
listening to the joyful chatter of children?

These are all making a stamp stronger and deeper
than the senseless acts of the confused.
We are strong, resilient, loving, and kind.

I hear, “You’ve got this.”
whispered from afar
and if I allow it,
it stands next to me and feels strong and comforting.

— Wendy Who Walks With Wildflowers

Being in Love with Being

My breath of love is felt in every movement
and every stillness covered in dark chocolate
Sweet and inviting.
Alone I will not be for I am surrounded in breath
Of every form of life on all dimensions known and unknown.
May my body remember with each breath
the number of times I have been held
and have held others in joy and sorrow.
Not once did I lack for even if I felt alone
I found my breath to be the source
that guides me through the torrential rain,
claps of thunder and brilliant days of cloudless skies
and sunshine that nourishes every ounce of my being.
Being in love with being simply as I am
and loving others as they are
for all are brilliant and worthy of being enough
and knowing they can ask to be held
by that which nourishes and cherishes them always.

The Light Within Me and All Things

To think and act as if the light withing me can shine upon the darkness brings me to a very humble place. A place where simply listening can be the one thing someone needs the most. Because they may find the answer to a question unasked.

“What do you think I should do” becomes what I would want for myself…to be cradled in the wings of angels night and day.

The light in me asked for help during a drive and then listening. Listening to the radio sing “Abracadabra” which to me meant my request was heard and received. All I needed to do was let go.

And then, miraculously, I got exactly what I asked for. Of course.

— Wendy Who Walks With Wildflowers

A bit of background story is needed for this one. I had traveled very, very far to visit my mother but her anxiety got the best of her and she just could not bring herself to open the door. I was prepared for this scenario but was also determined to see her. So, I dropped off a bag of gifts for my mom, hoping they would be received as intended – loving kindness. She did receive them. “Wow, wow, wow!” But then the next day she still was too anxious to see me. So, I decided to take a short trip and ask my dad for help. He had passed over a year ago and every once in a while I ask him for guidance. The guidance from him comes through songs either streamed or on the radio. I am a clairaudient, so my audio perception is very sensitive. Anyway, I asked my dad for help with my mom (they had been divorced for over 49 years but were once in love and I believe they are very connected). I made the request and then turned on the radio. On the radio, the song “Abracadabra” played. That was all I needed to know that my dad had received my request and to consider it done. I let it go, went out for breakfast, visited a tiny museum and thrift store in Needles, CA. The conversations I had with the museum director and with the cashier at the thrift store were very special. I mentioned I was in the area to visit my mom to both of the people and purchased several books for 50 cents each for my mom who loves to read. I then drove back to the house I rented which was less than a mile from my mom. I walked in, kicked off my shoes and then checked my messages. “Yes, I would love to see you.” It was a message from my mom! I gasped with joy and then sent a message back, “Ok, I’ll be right over.” I then spent a somewhat exhausting afternoon listening to her talk about wanting to move into an apartment. The next day, I asked for guidance again. How could I manage the visit so that it wasn’t so draining for both of us? The advice was to get out of the house . . . which we did. My mom rarely gets out of the house because she can’t drive, she does not hear very well, has no family that lives nearby and she does not ask for rides from her roommate. We went to lunch and she completely enjoyed herself. The best part was watching her devour the food slowly but with much gratitude. And then we went grocery shopping. She usually orders her groceries to be delivered so to visit a grocery store after several years can be quite overwhelming. She did great though and I hope I did too.

We went from, “I’m sorry, I don’t feel well and can’t see you.” to “I think God sent you to me. Thank you so much for everything. I feel normal.”

What My Heart Tells Me

To cry and beg for help on behalf of my mother who has spent over 80 years living the best way she knows how.

To beg all to forgive her and to only think and act graciously with loving kindness.

Because all we need is to know we are loved and even though we may no love ourselves some days, at least we can love one another.

Structural Wanderings Near and Far

Walking. Searching. Level upon level.
Swirling and twirling. Flowing and going.
Look to the right, to the left, to the right, to the left.
Giving up. Letting go.
Graves deep, markers crumbling.
Long lost. But not forgotten.
Open the door. See the belonging.
Feel the belonging. The sorrow and strife.
Start the ignition. Pay the tuition.
Realize what was once is not more.
Breathe and see without seeing.
There is nothing. Let it be.

— Wendy Who Walks With Wildflowers

Let All the Mothers Go

Breathe she thought
with grace and gratitude
Dust, let go of the dust
Let go of the mother
So she can let go of her mother
And hers
And hers
And hers
And his
Let go of Mother Earth
So they can call simply relax and be
Without worry
Without fright
And into the night
They sleep a pretty slumber
Where all dreams release
And into the day they step
Step. Step. Step. And FLY
Into the sky
Releasing all
It doesn’t matter
Go. Go. Go.

— Wendy Who Walks With Wildflowers

How to See What Is Before Me

Stop talking she thought to herself as she sat uneasy
What it before her may be what is askew
Or off to the right, along the gravel shoulder
Imagination comes alive like a store needing to be told
But to see, she simply closes her eyes
And knows what is needed will come forth
Like a fog creeping in during a cold, dark night.
Quietly tip toe through the tulips
In a unique voice we all laugh at
Yet serious and serene
What is before me?
Bright colors of life unfolding
Quiet. Quiet. Quiet.
And strong.
Softly focus
With wiggling toes stretch for the stars and always be bold.

Blooming

Invisible with the strength of the unknown
Carried like a child, tender, ungrown
Loved like a daisy in the sunshine in the spring
Tortured no longer under the weight
Let go
Embraced like a dollie given on Christmas day
Forgiven like a cherished wrong
We don’t know what blooms inside us
Until we let go, the get of hell on earth
And learn to laugh once again
Like the tired and delirious told to sleep
when the sun still shines
and the sweetness of the day lingers
like the taste of honey

Be strong in the attempts to bloom
It’s all worth it. Do it. Aho.

— Wendy Who Walks with Wildflowers

Safety

In the earth or in the trees in the sky I don’t know why
Hold me gently me oh my
Cradle me soothe me give me lullabies
In the middle of the day or in the middle of the night
There the comfort lets me know there is only us
Let the others go.

Pay Attention

Breath comes easier
the aroma of dinner fills my heart
and I feel gratitude for all that is.

To ignore sometimes feels right
and then the attention goes elsewhere.

But what if I miss the one thing
that is most needed?

Impossible!
I hear from angels near
for what draws my attention
are the wings of angels
and their whispers of loving kindness.

Joy is all around
even when I don’t want to admit it
Joy in the candle flame
the taste of cranberry
the lingering warmth of a new pair of socks.

When I pay attention
the earth envelopes me
and allows my heart to soar
like an eagle gliding
and the sun shining
strong on a cold winter day.

— Wendy Who Walks With Wildflowers