“gratitude”

Woefully We Wander and Wonder

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I wondered how to wander
as I walked slowly on the gravel path.

Breathing lightly and trusting all is well
I looked up to the sky and marveled
at the blue hue.

And then, as if by invitation
I noticed a tree bending in a beckoning way.

I paused at the tree,
and wondered what message it had for me.

“Be Me”

I heard clearly in my mind.

As I wandered up the steps
made of earth, iron and wood,
I considered the words.

What?
Me be like a tree?

Yes!

Be strong.
Be open.
Trust all is well.
Reach to the sky.
Receive the light
the rain.

Stay grounded.
Stay connected

And delight in the random beings
that listen and care.

Wonder not if you are perfect.

Wander always along your path.

September 17, 2025

Wendy Who Walks With Wildflowers (Wendy Hurd)
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A Platter of Words

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In this moment I feel called to serve
a tray of words that others may pick and choose.
Layer them, taste them, wash them down with lemonade.
Please take them for what they are
and expression of that I give you.
Some may be over baked
left in the oven too long.
Some may be sweet or sour or savory.
What I’d like to serve are the words
that help to ease and comfort.
To connect and start something new.
From this platter of words
I hope they serve as an appetizer
to ready your mind for
a feast to enjoy.

— Wendy Who Walks With Wildflowers

The Simplicity of It All

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All at once the gratitude falls from the sky
and reminds me of the fear residing in the rumble and sway.
Where do the birds find shelter?
Do they too feel gratitude?
Or are they themselves an expression of gratitude
in the way they take flight and survive each moment
in the simplicity of it all.
Grateful, I am for the line,
“One breath divides this world and the next.”
As if I can go there instantly.
I’d love to be in the world
where ancient boulders scatter the earth
as if a giant being allowed them to tumble
from a bucket of dreams.
Rather than carry the bucket,
the weight became light as air
and the dreams were released for all to share.

— Wendy Who Walks With Wildflowers

You’ve Got This

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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

It Seems Selfish to Assume I Matter

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I find it unbelievable that anyone would look out for me
because I feel at times the need to be aware and careful.
But oh how lovely it would be
to trust that there is someone.
And do they need gratitude?
Or can I simply be and know?
It’s a new concept and I doubt as if I need proof.
But wait,
Sometimes the proof shows up in a song
or a greeting
or a delay that misses a collision.
It seems selfish to assume that I matter.
But I know without a doubt that others matter
and I pray for them daily.
Even those that I do not agree with.
A part of me is always looking out for you
May you be safe, happy, healthy, and at peace.
And so it is.

— Wendy Who Walks With Wildflowers

Being in Love with Being

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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.

What My Heart Tells Me

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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

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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

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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

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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.