Letters From A Wildflower

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Letters From A Wildflower

For the world

Have you ever plucked a wildflower? They start to wilt because your hands gave them no choice. They cannot survive for long without the sun, water and soil to teach, nurture and provide for them.

Have you ever picked up a fallen wildflower? They brighten up your home or wherever you place them because your hands gave them the choice to live a bit longer than the time they were given. They will revive to add warmth because of your momentary act of kindness.

Have you walked among wildflowers without needing to pluck or pick any one of them? Each one will give you the gift of beauty because your hands gave them their freedom. They will arrive again and again and again because you understood the nature of what they were created to bring—life, light and love—into the world and to you.

Letters From A Wildflower will reveal bit by bit why gentle steps are important transformations in growth amidst storms, before you can see, adore and claim the source of your life, the purpose of your light and the gardener of your love.

Walk with Reena Doss as she pens little letters, arts little stories and creates little reflections during her journey from seed to wildflower.

Dear Reader,

Thank you for arriving here.

Wildflowers don’t hold back, and neither shall we. Let your feelings take flight and open up, open up, open…

Thank you for resting in these pages of my heart.

This is the space where you and I can just be all that we want to be. This is the space where you and I can touch the sky and sink into the Earth and it will be all right. This is the space where you can feel safe. Thank you for letting me draw you into my inner seas to discover treasure within yourself.

Breathe. It is so simple to do.

Breathe. It is a miracle.

Breathe. It is hope.

May the quill of Hope always find you in the dark,

Reena Doss

Dated till wildflowers call your heart their garden home

Map Of The Wildflowers

III Wildflowers

IV Letters

1. SEED, You are hope

2. FATHER, You offer protection

3. MOTHER, You bestow wisdom

4. LEARN, You have this right

5. SIBLINGS, You fight, laugh and trust

6. ADVERSITY, You are inevitable

7. BEES, You carry truth

8. FALL, You will be okay

9. BUTTERFLIES, You transport us to events

10. ALONE, You need stillness

11. DIRT, You must delve deep

12. LOST, You will be found within

13. AWAKE, You must start living

14. DAY, You need to get up

15. DEW, You are present

16. SUPPORT, You can accept help

17. ROOTS, You will remember

18. SUN, You embrace us with warmth

19. WATER, You are a blessing

20. STRETCH, You will hurt

21. GROW, You will heal

TREES, You are the kindest teachers

23. LISTEN, You will grow wise

24. MOON, You glow incandescently

25. STARS, You overwhelm with your beauty

26. SLEEP, You will be strengthened

27. SEASONS, You are life’s cycle

28. LABOUR, You are sweat, blood and tears

29. FRUITS, You bear the sweetest flavors

30. SPEAK, You open doors of inspiration

31. BIRDS, Your wings are free

32. WIND, You are a testament

33. LOVE, You are precious

34. SERENITY, You bask in its glow

35. SURRENDER, You must let go

V Beautiful Soul

VI Little Notes

VII Acknowledgements

I stopped numbering my pages. Infinity seems to be

a better number and my story is still unwritten.

Besides, I do like its symbol a lot—a sleeping 8.

Wildflowers need the Sun to praise the Weaver in gratitude for their existence. They need water to nourish their root system to pull out their vitality. They need good soil to be adored, protected and held safe through all the storms of life. Nature must be cared for like this by humanity. The wild only reveals itself when they know they will not be harmed, persecuted or destroyed. Hearts that embody this ability to care for the creation will automatically treat all living beings with the same respect, care and appreciation.

To such hearts, the Weaver gives them forests to guard because He trusts them to take after His own heart. To chosen hearts, the Weaver entrusts gardens to garden because He knows they will need guidance to blossom along with the weeds. And to the few that yearn to share their soul with another, the Weaver Himself prepares their hearts to love during the seasons of waiting—to gift them a wildflower to call their own.

To my beloved Weaver of the Celestial Sky who plants all the flowers of the Earth:

Thank you for teaching me how to appreciate the simple things, how to see the extra-ordinary in the ordinary and how to find your love waiting to bloom in the pockets of my wounds.

To the Love of my Life:

Thank you for teaching me how to trust in love again. Thank you for being my sunshine after the rain, my hope after the wreckage and my safe place to experience rainbows after the many, many, many storms.

To all the Flowers in the world:

I promise, all you need is fresh air, water and sunshine. I hope you become wise. I hope you stretch wide. I hope you grow wild, grow wild, grow wild…

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