I remember visiting many gardens throughout my life. Wandering leisurely with no particular place to be. Lingering along the way.
Pause. Deep breath. Oxygen fills my lungs.
At this moment I am there, right now, as the chaos of the world falls away.
Daydreams of planting my own garden in the spring flood my mind, bringing with it the promise of restored hope and fresh new beginnings. Seeds planted whisper of the future when they bloom and become what they are to be.
Witnessing the growth and endurance of what grows in my garden as well as within myself.
Pause. Breathe Deep. Keep going. Keep growing.