Time!

💜🌿❤️🌿💜”Time does not always move in straight lines.
Sometimes, it wanders, soft-footed and half-lost, through meadows where the wildflowers grow without instruction.
There, it forgets its ticking, its tallying, its need to press forward.
It becomes something else:
a breath caught in the curve of a petal,
a pause held in the hush between wind gusts.

When you walk among wildflowers,
you begin to understand this gentle freedom.
The world does not hurry, yet everything is complete.
The golden faces of daisies do not demand to be seen.
The clover does not beg to be praised.
They simply exist, quiet, open, true.

And so you slow.
Not out of tiredness, but reverence.
Not out of habit, but hope.
You start to believe that time, too, can bloom,
that it can unfurl in the moments we usually overlook.
A bee hovering.
A breeze lifting the scent of something familiar.
A memory returning unannounced.

Among wildflowers,
you do not lose time.
You find it, unwound, softened,
gathered gently in the pulse of Now.”❤️