Where are your wild corners...?

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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