I have written many things about my garden.
how it mirrors my consciousness
its transformation
my transformation
I am still writing its story
growth and change are
the story of a garden
there will always be a story to share
something new discovered
I spent the last two years
letting my garden go to the weeds and grasses
there are those special places
in the garden that I tended
the Goddess Garden is planted
with oatstraw every year
the raspberry patch produces all summer
the lavender, the lady’s mantle, the little veggie beds
the tomato garden, the comfrey
the motherwort are steadfast friends
the grasses have grown sturdy
the dandelion established permanency
last year I listened in the garden
a different listening
I sensed the garden was speaking to me
relinquish what a garden should look like
allow my wild and free nature
to take over the space
I moved deeper into the uniqueness of my garden
the garden told me to cultivate
I am to plant roses
and medicinal herbs
vegetables plots
a fig tree and ginkgo tree
blueberries and dahlias and zinnia
would grow there
she told me
my garden embodies
wild and free nature
a life fully lived
and the nourishing
and healing possible
at our doorsteps
I am listening
I am following
I am beginning
the journey of a garden
the journey of a lifetime
may it be in beauty
