To all the Wildflowers & Keepers of the Meadow out there.
Welcome.
This page is designed to be best experienced on a laptop or desktop, where the videos, images, and atmosphere can fully surround you, but it is still accessible on mobile for a quieter version of the experience.
A little place in the world you can visit, no matter where you are and whenever you need to slow down.
Press play and let the meadow move gently around you. Watch the flowers sway and the horses graze, read the letter waiting below, write one of your own, or close your eyes and listen for a while.
Let your shoulders rest, your breathing soften, and the noise of the busy world drift a little farther away.
Stay as long as you like.
Play the sounds of The Wild Meadow
Dear Wildflowers,
April - I had hoped to write to you sooner.
But the days have been moving quickly, the kind that seem to slip through your fingers before you even notice they’ve gone. Between launching the Wild Meadow Mail Club, building a brand new website from the ground up, and keeping up with my usual painting, art, and print orders… the weeks have flown by far too fast.
It has been a beautiful kind of busy, but a busy all the same.
I’ve had to gently remind myself to slow down now and then… to follow my own advice… to breathe a little deeper and let the rush soften at the edges. It’s funny how easily we forget the very things we offer to others.
Spring has been doing that same dance here in New York.
It teased us with a few truly gorgeous days, the kind where the sun feels warm enough to linger and everything hints at new beginnings… and then, just as quickly, the temperatures dropped again. We even saw a little snow, as if winter wasn’t quite ready to let go just yet.
I have to admit… I’m not ready for the heavy heat and humidity either. Not yet. There’s something about this in-between season that feels like a breath being held… a pause before everything bursts fully into life. There’s still a bit of spring cleaning waiting for me too. Fans to find, corners to clear, little things that quietly gather over time while life is busy happening elsewhere.
Even so, my thoughts keep wandering back to the meadow… and to all the ideas growing for the The Wild mail club. There is a quiet excitement there, something unfolding, even if the beginning has been a little rough around the edges. Good things often are.
Outside, everything is waking up. You can feel it in the air. The way the birds carry their songs a little further, in the way the breeze feels softer against your skin, in the way the light lingers just a little longer each evening.
One of my favorite moments is the simple walk to check the mail.
The view of the meadow stretches out, quietly unchanged and yet somehow new each day. Fresh spring air, the sound of birds, the soft rustle of life returning… it all settles something inside me. It reminds me, again, to slow down. To notice. To be here.
I added a new section below where I will post photos I have taken during my travels, walks or just outside my home.
So if things have been moving quickly for you too… if the days feel full or a little overwhelming… this is your reminder as much as it is mine. You don’t have to rush through this season. You can stand still for a moment and let the world move gently around you.
The meadow will be here. Close your eyes, take a deep breath... and release.
Until next time,
A Friend from the Meadow
Dear Wildflowers,
March - If you are reading this, then you have found your way here for a reason.
This is a quiet place. A slow place. The kind of place where nothing is required of you, and nothing is expected. You do not have to hurry here. You can simply sit, breathe, and be for a while.
Listen closely and you will hear the soft rhythm of the meadow. Wind moving through tall grass. The distant sound of hooves shifting as horses graze. The small flutter of wings passing by unnoticed. Life is happening all around you, gently, without rush, without noise.
I plan to write a new letter each month and leave them here for you, so you can come back and visit anytime you need a quiet moment. I am not always sure exactly what each letter will say yet. Some may be simple letters. Some may be little stories from the meadow. Some may be thoughts, memories, or small things I have noticed that felt worth saving and sharing.
Think of this as a secret place you can return to when the world feels too fast, too loud, or too heavy. A perfect distraction from the busy, fast paced world. A place to rest your thoughts for a little while.
The meadow has always understood something that the world sometimes forgets that not everything meant to grow must grow quickly. Some things grow quietly. Some things grow in the dark. Some things grow while resting beneath the snow, where no one can see the work that is being done.
I took my first letter and mixed in a few lyrics and turned it into a song, which you can listen to below while you sit here for a while. Words sometimes want to be read, and sometimes they want to be sung, and I thought the meadow might like both.
So if you are tired, rest here.
If you are worried, set it down for a while.
If your heart is heavy, let the wind carry a little of it for you.
You are allowed to have quiet days.
Stay as long as you like. The meadow will be here when you need it, and you are always welcome here.
And remember, there is a place in this world where you belong, exactly as you are.
Until next time,
A Friend from the Meadow
Song from The Wild Meadow...
Lyrics to read or sing along...
I found myself out where the sky feels close and clear,
A silent invitation, whispering "come stay right here."
Watched the horses grazing, slow and free,
Letting go of what was holding me.
These letters from the meadow say, " Slow it down,"
Let your worries gently hit the ground.
Take a deep breath, set your heart's intention true,
There's so much beauty here, calling out to you,
Dear Wildflowers.
And every little thing reminds me, you’ve got it all right here,
From warm sunsets to clover, fresh and clear.
You’re welcome, you’re invited, come home to the land,
With carefree thoughts and wonder in your hands.
This meadow’s been reading to you all along,
A quiet, whispered, deeply personal song.
There's butterflies and honeybees at play,
Winter whispers from the meadow, then springtime finds its way.
Summer hums a gentle tune, fall whispers soft and low,
Life keeps blooming here, it always seems to know.
I’ve stopped a moment, let the whole world wait,
Felt tall grass at my finger tips, felt sunlight on my face.
And every little thing reminds me, you’ve got it all right here,
From warm sunsets to clover, fresh and clear.
You’re welcome, you’re invited, come home to the land,
With carefree thoughts and wonder in your hands.
This meadow’s been reading to you all along,
A quiet, whispered, deeply personal song.
Come remember how a child once believed,
Every stone and leaf had something up its sleeve.
There's art in every shadow, every sound,
If you listen close, the meadow writes it down.
Finding inspiration, right where you stand,
A timeless story, held within your hand.
And every little thing reminds me, you’ve got it all right here,
From warm sunsets to clover, fresh and clear.
You’re welcome, you’re invited, come home to the land,
With carefree thoughts and wonder in your hands.
This meadow’s been reading to you all along,
A quiet, whispered, deeply personal song.
So Dear Wildflowers, this letter's just for you,
To know you're home in the meadow, your heart seen through.
Through every season, come exactly as you are,
There’s room for your heart, under the trees or stars.
Sit back awhile, let yesterday drift your way,
And know you always have a friend here, every single day.
Thank you for visiting. Come Back soon!
