“gratitude”

Blooming

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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

The Struggle Is Holy

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I struggle to love myself daily until I make the decision to align myself with source. And that source I suppose is holy. Even the struggle is holy as I write these words and feel a gratitude for being able to share.
When I love myself it is invisible and not. It’s confusing and I fear that loving myself will only be revealed at the moment that I transition from this world into an unknown. Perhaps it is there that I will be shown that I have loved myself with every breath. It is simple. Profound.

Greeting Grief

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I greet grief with a love deep and strong. One moment at a time in the infinite wisdom that lies within. Be not afraid, I hear whispered in the quiet of the night. Busy myself no longer as the peace that dwells on the mountain tops rains down on me like a gentle spring carrying melted snow. Long ago there must have been a time when we all loved one another and in this moment we embrace and greet that love, acknowledging the grief that resides in our hearts like a welcome guest who gently rocks us as we view the stars. Be gentle. Be kind. Be strong. Be at peace. For there are and always will be the joyful twinkling chimes that play for us near and far.

Pay Attention

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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

Sacred Space

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Alone in my heart
the quiet of the morning
dark or light
quiet or not
My sacred space connects me
once again to a trusted source within
which, for so long was forgotten.

But now, I trust and have faith
in the grace that allows
safety, happiness, health and peace.

A peaceful space
where the past, present and future
are released like a dove into the fair blue sky
to carry a part of me
that needs freedom and joy.


Alone in my heart is a space of light
and one that I share with all in need
for we all are worthy of harmony
beyond that which lies on the screen

And with that, I give thanks. Aho.

But I am not finished
even though my mind often goes there
goes there to a sacred space
carrying fear
of the long lost
but now found.

— Wendy Who Walks With Wildflowers

Make It True

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Oh joy and prosperity
lovingly embrace
becoming the tasks
of etheric wonderment
meant to support life
with grace and loving kindness

Over and under through hard times
make it true for me and you
may I wake and know
and simply glow
and know where to go.

— Wendy Who Walks With Wildflowers

Giggle and Roll

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The love of my children
joyful and bright
knows no boundaries
day or night
through it all we tumble and fall
though we know not all
giggle and roll
swim and stroll
we travel along to Omaha
where we see and hear
but do not care
if the buffalo roam
and the antelope play.

— Wendy Who Walks With Wildflowers

Midnight Surf

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The earth moves
like mountains
against the sea
with sun setting orange
in the indigo glee
forever bright and dark
we go not there but here we are
against the midnight surf
and the glistening moonlight
iridescent and lovely
like the tears of raindrops
on the windshield traveling on.

Continuum of All That Is

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I delight in knowing we have found one another
you and I.
We bring each other up
in a true and loving light.

In the subtleness
of air moving through the leaves
and grass on a calm day.

The sunshine and moonshine
The warm ray of the sun
warming us all.

I delight in greeting companions
and how they respond in reflection.
How the flavor of tomato basil soup
reflects a dimension unknown.

I delight in seeing the world move along
in a continuum of all that is.

–Wendy Who Walks With Wildflowers

Twinkling

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Twinkling above
see below
the comfort arises never too low
far away the twilight stays
forever tomorrow until she dies

Around her the small ones,
the dear ones
they all gather
wondering why she does not share
the endearing love that she holds
down in the deepness so dark and tranquil

There is no more sadness
but only gladness

— Wendy Who Walks with Wildflowers