Perhaps it is not the wildflowers
I long to be
But the wide open field
A place for wild to grow or cultivate
I want to be ground soft with rain and minerals
Hard with ice and drought
At times
Covered with flowers which people wonder at
At other times simply a field of grass
Beautiful to some
Those who truly see
But most importantly
That each season is me
Open
Spacious
Allowing life
Even in death
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Jessica P. Mills
I see the world through stories and insights. I have always been a sensitive soul, especially towards nature, people, art, and faith. I spend a lot of time reflecting and finding treasures wherever I can. The two values I live by are beauty and celebration. I hope my blog communicates those two things, seeing beauty where beauty is not often seen and celebrating every aspect of life, the hard and the easy.
Joyful Ruins 
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