The Garden Heals

Deeply instilled in us is a need for nature. Bird songs, rainfall, bees pollinating flowers, gentle breezes, spiders spinning their webs, hummingbirds drinking nectar from a flower, ocean waves crashing. Witnessing the daily comings and goings outdoors in nature is the perfect elixir for healing.

As a writer I gather inspiration from my garden. I receive messages from source, connecting with my soul. It is here amongst the towering sunflowers swaying in the breeze, where bees are busily pollinating their brown centers until the petals fall leaving behind the sturdy seeds for the birds to collect. It is here digging in the soil finding worms producing rich compost that I understand transformation. Infinity, life, death, rebirth.

Essential to the creative process is this understanding that we are in a perpetual cycle of evolution. To create we must learn trust and have faith that there is no way to fail. Engaged in mind, we bypass the heart, where all is birthed. The mind keeps us in fear, stuck in analysis, never to risk. This is when a visit to the garden is essential, reminding us that all is changing, every second, nothing stays the same. It is only in our minds that we hold to this illusion of safety.

Clearly nature calls us to let go, trust, allow, accept what is. We have no control and yet this chaos is organized in its own right. All coexists, the seasons become guideposts, the sunrise and sunset, moonphases rhythmically changing. Anenomes, ranunculus, sweetpeas, daffodils and iris in Spring. Cosmos, zinnias, roses, sunflowers, and dahlias in Summer. Marigolds, Amaranth, strawflower, pumpkins, and pomegranates in Fall. Evergreen, Pinecones, amaryllis, narcissus, and poinsettia in Winter. All keep me on my path grounding me to relax and enjoy each season’s offerings of inspiration. Trusting in the journey as it winds and twists its way around my heart.