“Loving kindness”

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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Exceed All Expectations

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I recall being taught how to pray with prayer hands
and how an angel perches on my hands
whenever I pray.
That image sticks and carries me through
some dark times
when praying for those in need
is all I can do.
During those times
I trust Benevolent Beings
will assist those in need
and exceed all expectations
in surprising ways.
I pray for the young man
who now is accepting help from family.
May he know is is now and forever loved
by the source within him
that connects us all.
May he awaken in the morning
and notice the colors are more vibrant,
The sounds sweeter,
and the blankets softer.
There are angels among us
Maybe perched on our hands.
For sure they await
and allow the light to shine
through after the rain.

— Wendy Who Walks With Wildflowers

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

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

Silence Louder Than an Explosion

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Peace shows up as a symbol of millions coming together as one.
In the 60s as a little kid, I drew peace symbols on everything.
Made the peace symbol with two fingers in greetings to others.
I felt the movement deep inside me and it continues.
It looks like and feels like a powerful wave
of exponential goodness
interlaced with sadness.
From that moment in my life,
I understood the greatness of non-violent protests.
It was a time of pain that we endured and experience now.
I wonder if benevolent beings and angels
are standing with us as we reach out to one another for comfort
lighting candles, wearing sweatshirts even on warm days,
focusing on acts of loving kindness.
It is happening all around us but mostly within us
as we feel what needs to be felt.
What needs to be done.
What needs to be heard.
What needs to be seen.
Peace shows up as a profound silence louder than an explosion.

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.

The Light Within Me and All Things

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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

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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