There will be times your branches bend, there will be times they break. There will be times you wish to fly away from here, to take flight and forget the way back. Stay. Stretch your wings and feel the air, but circle back. Land here again and remind yourself all the reasons to avoid that last migration. You are one of many, but you are one, one perfect one, and we need the sound of your wings flapping.
The wildflowers are an army. An army fighting for beauty & light & all things that may calm the nerve-shaken, white-knuckled folk. Gathering & arranging quiets the mind, slows it down & reduces it to something more manageable. Chew your days slowly, friends. Enjoy every minute.