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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