Do you remember that book and movie “The Secret Garden”? I’ll never forget watching it for the first time and how enchanted it was to go into an unknown garden. From that time on, I’ve been fascinated by large gardens; it had such a profound effect on me. Gardens can represent our inner thoughts and soul. How often do we allow others to come into our sacred garden? Everybody? A few? Or only a few every 10 years? All of us have gardens, so to speak, and each one of us are readily working on them. Some abandon their once glorious gardens until someone decides to come along and nurture what was once so fertile. Others, maintain their gardens everyday and year without much effort. For me, my garden is very rich and full of love, butterflies and imagination. For me, my doors to my garden are heavily guarded by gates of trust. It’s not often I let others come into my sacred world, but when I do, they are the most incredible people I have ever met. These people are the ones who tell me everythings going to be ok when I have a bad day, or its ok to cry once in a while and not have to feel like superwoman everyday…or the ones who make me laugh with their funny stories. I love to laugh! I need to laugh. Times are hard for everyone and people need their spirits lifted. They make my garden so much more beautiful and richer. It feels incredible, there are no other words to describe it.
Thank you to all the bloggers I nominated who commented. Your gratitude shows immense character to me. People who say thank you are so humble and sweet in a world that is always so busy and thoughtless.
The picture above is of my mom’s archway that she lit up with lights towards the side of her house. I thought it looked so magical and cute when I went to visit her. The right of the picture (you can’t see it), she does have a garden and two white pillars.
These thoughts I just had to share with you.