Music is a Spiritual Practice

Music is one way I get messages (breadcrumbs, confirmation, inspiration) and today this one was in my playlist on Spotify. It is the perfect song for my new life.

Wildflowers

The hills were alive with wildflowers

And I was as wild, even wilder than they

For at least I could run, they just died in the sun

And I refused to just wither in place

Just a wild mountain rose, needing freedom to grow

So I ran fearing not where I’d go

When a flower grows wild, it can always survive

Wildflowers don’t care where they grow

And the flowers I knew in the fields where I grew

Were content to be lost in the crowd

They were common and close, I had no room for growth

I wanted so much to branch out

I uprooted myself from home ground and left

Took my dreams and I took to the road

When a flower grows wild, it can always survive

Wildflowers don’t care where they grow

I grew up fast and wild and I never felt right

In a garden so different from me

I just never belonged, I just longed to be gone

So the garden, one day, set me free

Hitched a ride with the wind and since he was my friend

I just let him decide where we’d go

When a flower grows wild, it can always survive

Wildflowers don’t care where they grow