The other day on my hike I started taking pictures of wildflowers. Most of them had tiny blooms. I love how beauty can range from miniscule to cosmic.

But I really started thinking about the word “wild”. Wild and wildlife conjure images of tigers, hyenas, coyotes and bears. Roaming, hungry, savage and untamed.
Wildflowers? They don’t reflect any of those adjectives. This side of the wild is delicate, beautiful, intricate and small.

Yet they are wild. They grow in meadows and along woodland paths. Yet they also grow on highway verges, rocky cliffsides, even cracks in the sidewalk.
The soft side of wild is defined by beauty, peace and persistence. The same strength and resilience that an animal needs to survive in the wild is represented by these fragile, lovely flowers.
