Nature's Lessons

I’m learning that happiness doesn’t mean life never feels heavy 🌸 Sometimes it means carrying the hard things while still noticing everything beautiful around you. My mental health is part of my story, but it isn’t all of me. I’m choosing more creating, more laughing, more dreaming, and a whole lot more blooming 🤍

Resiliency has become such a recurring theme in my life. I’ve had plans completely fall apart. I’ve had doors close that I was absolutely positive were supposed to open.

Labor Day has me thinking about all the ways I’ve labored for a life I’m still learning how to live. Not just the work that earns a paycheck or checks something off a list. I’m thinking about the invisible work…

It’s been a while since Wildflower wrote a blog. I could say I’ve been busy, or that life got in the way, and both of those things would be true.

There’s a funny thing about envy. It doesn’t come in loud or obvious

A Wildflower Expressions Blog 🌺 On December 21st, I step into my thirty third year of life, and before I move forward, I need to pause. Not because I am tired, although yes, but because the woman I am now deserves to look back and say we made it. From 2021 to now, life did not just test me. It tried to dismantle me. Three mental breaks. Three moments where everything inside me said I cannot do this anymore. And yet, I did. I rebuilt from scratch more times than I can count.

Reconnection is a reminder that nothing true is ever lost. It may go quiet. It may rest beneath the surface for a while.

Each phrase redirects the moment. It’s small, but it’s enough.

Dear Anxiety, We’ve been together for a long time — longer than I care to admit. You showed up uninvited and convinced me I needed you to survive. You told me if I kept worrying, I could prevent bad things from happening. If I stayed alert, I’d stay safe. If I stayed small, I wouldn’t disappoint anyone. For a while, I believed you. You were the background noise of my life — whispering what ifs into my coffee, stealing my breath at red lights, following me into grocery aisles

I’ve stopped trying to erase my memories; now, I water them with gratitude. Because every heartbreak, every misstep, every wilted season tau

These wild plants, resilient and unrefined, remind me that God’s design is rarely about perfection — it’s about persistence. They don’t question the wind or fight the frost. They trust the rhythm of the Creator’s hand.