Daydreaming

because, sometimes, life is a little more magical this way

Thank you for stopping by The Art and Life of a Wildflower. For anyone new here, my name is Melissa and I believe that we are all wildflowers here; growing wildly and freely despite the earth-trembling storms. Here, you’ll find poetry, art, stories and more as I emerge from the dirt and turn my pain into beauty and heal my inner child. If you enjoy spending your time here, please do consider supporting my art and words for $6/month.

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“A Storm is Brewing” watercolor painting can be found here.

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If you’ve been here for any length of time, you may have already heard this one. I thought I’d re-record it and type out the words so you can follow along. Please do let me know if this is something you enjoy.

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sometimes I feel like I am a mythical creature

in my own little world

wandering, aimlessly

lost, with no desire to be found

and no map or compass to lead the way

north, south, east and west

they don’t exist where I’m going

for I am lead by the ways of the wind

and my imagination

it steers me in the direction of subliminal peace

where I can escape and just be

I often find myself standing

beneath towering trees

taking in a calm, subtle breeze

hoping that the leaves

will embrace me as one of their own

I feel an immense sense of comfort here

I know that I am not alone

I can just feel it

if I listen closely, I can hear the birds

the sounds of their feathered wings

could sing me into a sweet, deep hibernating slumber

I’ve never heard anything so moving

I can feel the presence of the spirits of the land

they welcome me into their sanctuary

with open arms

I wonder if we’ve met before

The skies are dark, beautiful and temperamental

I can feel the bass of the roaring thunder

in my bones

I can smell the rain coming

I wait for it to fall and trickle down my spine

to cleanse my body and my mind

and to water the roots of my soul

all around me are fireflies dancing the do-si-do

as their lights flicker to the beat

of my heart

I begin to dance with them in the rain

moving my body recklessly

without regard of my troubles

or my worries

there’s something about this place

that allows me to focus on all that is good

around me and within me

I can feel the wet soil between my toes

I suppose

it’s mother nature’s way of initiating me

into her realm

I oblige

I belong

it’s just me and the creatures of the night here

living our lives beneath the trees

this is my home away from home

the doors of the forest

are always open

won’t you join me?

— Melissa, The Sleepy Wildflower

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