"And we've got to get ourselves back to the garden..."
lyric from "Woodstock"
I took a little trip “back to the garden” last week
to relieve my myopic view of life, to feel a little spaciousness and gain
clearer perspective; to “slow down to the pace of my soul”/spirit/Being. (A
phrase coined by Ruth at Washed Stones).
I hadn’t been back to the Garden since May - a public garden, like a botanical garden… This time it was a delightful damp Fall
day. We haven’t had many of those here
this Summer/Fall. I thrive in the damp coolness of wet earth, subdued skies, and the quiet aloneness with Nature under
a still lush canopy of trees that have not yet displayed their colors. I wandered, through this partially man-made
“forest”, meandered down different roads, and paths, listening to silent
Intuition lead, waiting for the Voice to speak, to draw my attention to what it
wanted me to see - following It’s path… This is what Intuition found… Enjoy the view!
Coming around a bend, down a slight hill, I came
upon a gaggle of women delighting over Dahlias, which for some reason moved me
to tears, internally, to see such joy and excitement being expressed in adults,
who were just as excited as children discovering something for the first time! They spontaneously let their inner spirit
come out to play. Something I needed to
do as well, after being bogged down in the bogs of the mind. I had actually never seen Dahlias before. They
*were* wondrously, magically HUGE, as if from Alice’s Wonderland – and their multiplicity
of color I had never seen in flowers before!
Only got this one picture though, because the gaggling women were
hovering over each long stemmed bloom with a camera, and I had to wait my turn,
trying to be obscure– slipping in and slipping away – so as not to intrude… J
Moving on I came across the Pumpkin Patch, as if
abandoned to some forlorn landscape away from the Garden… They were HUGE
pumpkins – obviously well fed and watered…
I wondered, what do pumpkins think, Charlie Brown… Can they hear the
trees talking across the path… Are they
*aware*… Ah, here it comes, the playful
spirit. There was a break in the mental fog…
Intuition led me away to the serenity, silence and
stillness of the Lily ponds. Those big
round pads that look like large pizza pies fascinated me (photo below), how they effortlessly
just sat on top of the water – tethered somewhere deep
beneath the surface, waiting for who knows what – just open and waiting, in
silence… receptive… Which is what I was trying to be in that
moment – listening, awareing with my whole Being…
I passed by this sculpture nestled amongst the evergreens
that reminded me of two monks bowing in deep regard for each other, a deep
acknowledgment for the *Life* in each other.
Even the statues exuded a certain silent reverence, held in the embrace
of the Spruce, and sung to by the whispers of the Pines…
I continued on the winding trails, taking in the
smell of the dampness of earth and dying leaves – the smell of change
and transition; hearing the gravelly sound as my feet walked on minute crushed
rock. Letting go of mental obsessions, I
noticed the sound of rushing water, and followed… It took me into an enclave of bushes and
trees with benches and a lovely little cascade of water over rocks. Pure, clear fluidity… The water cascades over the rocks to the right. Wish I had
remembered to turn the video on instead…
But you get the idea… Maybe next
time… Gives me a reason to go back, to let my spirit out to play again…
There
now, doesn’t that feel better J
Walk
Slowly
“It
only takes a reminder to breathe,
a moment to be still, and just like that,
something in me settles, softens, makes
space for imperfection. The harsh voice
of judgment drops to a whisper and I
remember again that life isn’t a relay
race; that we will all cross the finish
line; that waking up to life is what we
are born for. As many times as I
forget, catch myself charging forward
without even knowing where I’m going,
that many times I can make the choice
to stop, to breathe, and be, and walk
slowly into the mystery.”
