How much of your life is scheduled or controlled vs free and flowing?
Living in the English landscape, there’s really not that much true wildness. And it feels like a metaphor for so many things.
Patches of wildflowers always bring me joy, and I realised that it’s not just because of the buzzing biodiversity of bees and butterflies they often bring, but a kind of mental space that they create too.
Somewhere unstructured, untamed, colourful, free...
So I’m wondering where in my life I can create this kind of space in my day, where my thoughts can just...be. And what might blossom there, what magic might might grow.
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