Wind-blown beauty

wind-blown-beauty

This morning I was still seeing delicate white petals littered across the woodland floor a hundred meters from the wild cherry tree.

Wind-blown beauty…

I wonder, how far are we prepared for our wild creativity to travel?

Will we hold it with open hands, and let the breeze take it where it needs to go?

Because who we are and what we create doesn’t belong to us.

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