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 Blog There’s a quiet rhythm to the world, an unseen current that runs through all of us. Energy. Not the kind you can measure or calculate, but the kind you feel move through your chest, your mind, and your spirit. It flows through your thoughts. It settles into your breath. It shapes how you show up in your day. Just like water, energy moves best when it’s allowed to flow. 🌾 When Energy Gets Stuck Sometimes we get so caught up in doing everything “r

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

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

Our children deserve more than artificial color and chemical sweetness. They deserve foods that nourish their bodies, not confuse them.

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

It reminded me that doubt doesn’t cancel out faith; it gives it room to grow. Faith isn’t loud or fancy—it’s scribbled in the margins…

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

As our understanding of the human brain continues to evolve, so must our compassion. Teaching is a sacred vocation that requires meeting children where they are — developmentally, emotionally, and cognitively. Let us strive to build environments where respect flows both ways, where empathy guides instruction, and where children can grow into confident adults who do not bear the scars of their school years.