In the midst of the very urban NYC, there is a patch of wildflowers and prairie grasses on the High Line. It’s curated and yet not. Grown on purpose and yet a bit wild.
In our own lives, we strive to live with purpose. To create or to be of use or to fulfill some goal. These can be rather curated paths. That’s not a pejorative. (I run a business centered around organizing, for pete’s sake.)
Wild patches live within all of us as well, and wild patches can be found here and there along our lovely, curated paths. Those patches can be reminders and respites and places to engage our curiosity.
Have you taken a wild breath lately?