I always love when we turn down a road that I have never gone down before.
I get bored sometimes.
I want to go a new way.
Then I see the wildflowers blooming all over the sides of the roads. Wherever I go. I love the new roads more than ever. They are like summer rainbows that call my name.
I am completely mesmerized. The blurs of colour as we speed by. Those flowers, just growing un-abandoned. Wherever they want. They don’t care that that they are blooming in rather unexpected places. They just bloom. I stare at them and I am a little jealous of those free flowers. On the sides of busy highways of asphalt where they don’t really belong. They don’t care. They just let their beauty shine through, softening the hard tarred landscape surrounding them. I see the ones on a hillside that have completely taken over as far as the eye can see. I’m sure the farmer is frustrated, thinking that there could be better use of his land. But I’m also sure at times he must look and think that he’ll just let them keep blooming. Their beauty overtakes him. They light up his land. Covering like a cozy quilt. You can’t live in a hay-coloured world forever. You can’t always plant things in a straight row. It might make the logical mind happy. But not always the heart. You have to let unexpected things bloom.
So, I’m going to find the perfect field of wildflowers and I am going to go wander that field. Inhale a few deep breaths. Clear my overfilled mind. Maybe daydream for a few minutes. I am going to be inspired by random blooms in unexpected places and I am going to let myself be filled with the beauty that comes from things that are not planned and not structured. But things that just are. Things that result from a little seed blowing in the wind and landing. And blooming. And turning into something beautiful. Something unexpected.
And maybe that will be me.
As I travel down unexplored roads.
Maybe there will be unexpected blooms and beauty.
In places I’ve never been before.
In colours I’ve never seen before.
You can’t always plant things in a straight row.
Sometimes you just need to let them bloom on their own.