“Truth”

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

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

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

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

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

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