Tag: garden

For All Who Wander Near.

My darlings, the garden peonies have finally opened this morning – with blooms as big as teacup saucers, capturing the hearts of all who wander near.

Curiosity speaks through the context of their curled petals. While hope lingers upon the morning breeze.

And, serving as a reminder of what you mean to me.

Writes Oksana Rus;

“There is one secret place…it is beautiful and peaceful, where gentle water flows, and most beautiful garden grows, yet, nobody could ever go to…

You reach deep within my soul drawing out all the dreams that I hid beneath the doubt for long casting all my feelings away into the darkness and shutting all the doors. Only, somehow, they were traced and found by you…

Now we are there…here…with a quiet moment all alone to share, to surrender to each other and to see the one our eyes longed to behold….embraced by a lovely song on silver wings sent from Heaven shedding golden ribbons in herald of dawn…

There is one secret place…it is beautiful and peaceful, where gentle water flows, and most beautiful garden grows…”

My darlings, today – just for you – I offer the gift of this cherished garden bloom.

Namaste, my dearest friends <3

The Blessing of This Garden Flower.

“To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.” – William Blake

My darlings, welcome to my garden…where eternity finds its forever-reach against the rumpled edges of a flower. Endearing its grace uniquely to heart – a restoration of faith, hope, and love.

It reaches us through robins trill, and painted pops of daffodils. And, through the daring aerialist caterpillar, suspended from its silken wire.

In this world, my darlings, there are no mistakes. No tearful regrets, no “I wonder ifs…”

Rather simply, a testimony to Nature’s joy – and the immutable spark of the Divine’s greatest glow.

Infinity finds its place right here – and Eternity within this very hour.

Namaste, to you my loves ~  and for you, on this day, the blessing of a garden flower.

The Gift of the Morning Rose.

The roses shared their final gift today – lovingly crafted against the paling greens; and capturing so brilliantly that first hint of day.

She greeted me along the stone garden path, her smile – glistening – so proud to have survived these rains.

And though she may be leaving soon, in my heart…there’ll always be the memory of her bloom.

“As all must be,’ I said within my heart,
Whether they work together or apart.’

But as I said it, swift there passed me by
On noiseless wing a ‘wildered butterfly,

Seeking with memories grown dim o’er night
Some resting flower of yesterday’s delight…

The butterfly and I had lit upon,
Nevertheless, a message from the dawn”

Robert Frost

The Gift These Gardens Bring.

[blockquote source=”Greg Livington”]”Shall we compare our hearts to a garden—with beautiful blooms, straggling weeds, swooping birds and sunshine and rain—and most importantly, seeds?“[/blockquote]

My darlings, I have always believed that when one shares a flower from their garden ~ they are not just giving of the bloom itself.

They are giving of the earth, which has been so carefully tilled and nourished…

They are giving of the sun, which has so diligently attended to even the smallest of bloom…

They are giving of their spirit, the very essence which secured the petals growth…

But mostly, they are giving of their love, the love infused throughout every living cell and which continues to share, again, with this world.

Feel the softness of the Peonies petals, and you will know instantly the extent of that care.

Look beyond where the wild lavender grows, and you’ll see the endless adventures all beginning at the tip of one little puppy dog’s nose.

My dears, a garden is comprised of so much more than its blooms. It is a representation of the delicate balance between the earth and the divine.

In looking out to this garden, there is never one flower I favor more than the other. To do so, would cause imbalance and suffering. For, as one single flower flourished, the rest would soon decline.

In Buddhism, this is referred to as ‘upeksha’ – meaning, a love which is shared with equanimity and non-attachment of spirit. Within it, there resides this seed of wisdom, which removes “all boundaries, discrimination and prejudices while leading to the sublime unity where there is no self and no other; without Upeksha, love becomes possessive.”

This is the foundation of true source love. One that transcends the limitations of desire, and offers the space for the heart to grow.

My dears, the moment our love becomes possessive, it begins to imprison us. And, what we first held as joy, may soon become our deepest pain.

But, when we are able to express love without limitation, my dears…just look at what is shared in return!

The Buddha once said that no matter what ‘poisons’ may befall this great earth – it will love us equally and without discrimination.

I like to view these gardens as a representation of that spirit – unwavering in its capacity to transcend.