It’s time to welcome lush green garden inspiration into your heart! You know I love to blog stream of consciousness style, so while I thought I would be simply parading some of the best garden gate ideas and country garden inspiration spied on Pinterest FOR NO GOOD REASON, I was wrong. After spending time with these secret gardens and the aliveness of their lush beauty, I found my heart moving and maybe even greening. Don’t even get me started on all the “door” and “gate” metaphors. Yesterday, I spent the entire day unplugged from technology and plugged into nature, so perhaps this immersion explains things. Anyway, about my heart…it has become a very tender and softened ground. Spring’s beauty will do that, yes? I am remaining still and open today to the seeds God and this Glorious Universe may wish to sow. Too many days, those seeds are scarcely given a chance to germinate in the spiritual dryness and frozen soil covering it. But oh the potential for blooming when fertility returns!
Also in bloom here? Positive words to nurture the gardens of our hearts into the sweetness of more graceful living. If you missed my last post, it’s a perfect chaser for this one and also contains peaceful quotes: French Country Farmhouse Decor Inspiration...do check it out and be ready to pin French-y goodness.
What’s your current mood? This?
Whatever your temperament, just a reminder that it does not define you. Are you miserable even as the buds burst forth and trees flower all around? I’m sending you peace, but it’s truly okay. Because you are that beautiful soul underneath witnessing the feelings, the flurry of thoughts, and shifting sensory states. I cannot prove it, but I believe it all belongs and none of it gets wasted. I also believe all the blooming around you is just for YOU and holds the secret to your prosperity.
My current mood?
I have so much more growing to do, friends. In recent years, I have devoted much daily practice to letting go of old ways. putting on a new mind, getting still and opening my heart to receive the fruits of joy. While I have easy access to pain (as so many artists do), saying YES to joy requires more courage when you’re wired like me. But thankfully, I have been granted struggles to increase my strength and courage. See why I said I believe it all belongs!?!
I’m going to tell you another deeply personal secret since it’s just me and you chatting here in a sanctuary garden of safety. It took me nearly half a century to one day awaken to a most sobering truth about myself. I realized I was not good at loving people, including myself. I realized that for most of my life, my consuming desire was to acquire more affection, acceptance, and love from others. I realized the desire was reigning within my heart and keeping me from wholeness. I began to awaken to a hunger for a new desire I could not name. I’ll write more about that desire later, but these photos of lovely children hint at the grace which was to flow into my soul.
You’ll note that plenty of these “gates” are doors, but I see no point in getting fussy about that. Most of these gardens strike me as French Country, though they exist in America, the English countryside, Italy, and beyond France.
Are you familiar with the entrance to the Giannettis’ modern farmhouse Patina Farm below? So minimal, simple, and welcoming.
Let’s wander a bit. Into secret gardens. Into nature’s healing. I’ll meet you at the finish line.
Here’s a great book by Bob Goff that I love!
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As I type these words, I am gazing through my window at a sacred stone garden bench where I often sat watching my sweet shih tzu Bella Luna explore our backyard. I had no idea at the time those memories made in only a few months at the garden bench would need to last a lifetime. She left her body, but I swear her spirit stays near to me in this place. It has me daydreaming.
Maybe the beauty fading from our lives doesn’t cease to exist but carries on in a transformed state. Like water that freezes solid, melts into liquid, and then evaporates. Maybe all the faded beauty is stored somewhere out there, not dull or faded at all, simply vaporous and ready to rain down its blessing.
Peace to you right where you are.