She stood alone in the doorway, a witness to the testimonies of self-greatness going on from the stage, and she wondered - do they garden? When will they know about soil and worms, and the Way? She stayed for a while, visiting with whoever came her way to speak; but with no gardeners there, she was soon worn out, and then it was time to leave.
A few weeks later she heard from a friend who had been at the same occasion, that some of them wondered about her: why was she there alone, and why had she left so soon? She took her time in answering - she took a couple of gardening days to sift through her perceptions, and come to earth in her knowings for the moment. Then she began a letter by hand, and most of it was a drawing, a sketch, and there were a few good words at the end - not much, but enough to go by for the next little while. She hoped her friend could feel the love she had for the way of her garden life. It was all she had to say.
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Our path is indeed like a garden that needs daily attention...you so gracefully put that into words for many to learn if not yet and for the others as a humble reminder.
Thank you for wanting my friendship here in gather and thank you for the wise words left on the last article " Lucifer".
Today I have added more photos to it, so maybe you will like to see.....
I am going to the beach right now and will sing the song of love while in the crystal sea water. Love and hugs
Marinela, I too sing in the Crystal Sea! Often as not it's my bathtub, but it is what it is where it is when it is.
I will head back over to "Lucifer." Others may want to read that article, too.
A seed sprouts through
seeking the warmth of
the day and bowing
down to the gardener
without.
Thank you all for this encouragement.