wildflower grace…

Unspoken love chatters happily in May, blooming along roadsides and spilling down embankments from fields laughing out loud in daisies and buttercups, walking right on through my walls of striving and control more easily than all the fussy gardens I know until I’m feeling the updraft of wildflower grace ~let go ~let go ~let go. (Isn’t effortlessness…

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