Today, whilst walking through the quiet Swedish forest, I caught a scent that stopped me in my tracks—honeysuckle. Wild and free, threading its way through the trees with no need for fences or gardens.
The smell pulled me straight back to Alabama, where honeysuckles grew thick in the woods of my childhood. That sweet, golden scent doesn’t care about borders. It just grows- here, there, everywhere it finds a little light.
It made me think of Pangaea, that ancient time when all the continents were one-when Sweden and Alabama weren’t so far apart. Maybe, in some deeper way, they still aren’t.
Because some things transcend distance. A flower. A memory. A feeling.
And then another thought struck me: how quickly things spread. Ideas, beliefs, ideologies. Too often, it’s fear, hate, and division that move like wildfire. They cross oceans faster than any vine. But what if kindness spread that easily? What if compassion was as stubborn and persistent as honeysuckle- popping up in unexpected places, rooting deep, refusing to be ignored?
The forest didn’t ask for honeysuckle. It just accepted it. And maybe that’s a lesson in itself.
We’re more connected than we realize. Through time, through nature, through each other. The world once was one-and maybe, through small acts of care and remembrance, it still can be.
All it takes is something to grow. And the choice of what we plant.
Swedish Wanderlust 
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