That reframing doesn’t magically fix everything, but sometimes it opens a window. A breath of air. A little light.

The rush fades. The noise quiets. And in that quiet, everything I’ve been avoiding seems to rise to the surface.

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.

A Wildflower Expressions Blog There is a generation above us who carry a quiet kind of wisdom that the world seems to be losing track of. They come from a time built on calloused hands, slow mornings, and communities that leaned into one another instead of pulling apart. It was a time when hard work was not a slogan or something you admired from afar. It was a rhythm. It was a way of life. Neighbors borrowed sugar, shared milk, watched each other’s children, and trusted the p

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

A Wildflower Expressions Reflection on Growth, Boundaries & Sacred Love There comes a moment on every woman’s journey - that quiet, trembling moment - when your heart whispers a truth you’ve been trying to ignore: “I can’t keep watering a garden that refuses to grow with me.” It’s not anger. It’s not bitterness. It’s not revenge or resentment. It’s release. It’s growth. It’s the soft, sacred knowing that your spirit has outgrown the space you’ve been squeezing yourself into.

An honest reflection on being the outsider — learning to stand firm in your purpose, embrace grace over doubt

And when you create from the heart, something magical happens: the universe starts to move with you.

No one spoke peace into me the way you could with just one breath. I thought I’d lost you when life got heavy, but really, you were teaching me that belief isn’t built in the light — it’s built in the dark.

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.