Gardens

  • Sacred Sorrow

    I was on my knees, in the garden. If she was a person, we would have been forehead to forehead, and I would be whispering my sorry into her skin. But she was not a person. She was a plant.… Continue reading

  • This Great Love

    I am the soft of you and you are the soft of me. There is nothing that taints this great love. Nothing, not even the words you cannot say while I stare, while I marvel at your majesty and blooming… Continue reading

  • Giving Back

    What did I actually do for others, apart from give them my love? What did I do to help lift their burdens, to help them maximise their true life potential by easing (or helping to expand) life for them in… Continue reading

  • Rain

    Maybe this whole time instead of running away from the rain we should have been running into it asking it questions, like: ‘If you can feed the green under my feet— what is it, rain, that you can do for me?’ Continue reading

  • Darling Day 26. Days Like These

    Dear world—you’ve really gone and done it this time. Just look at all the sun-drenched wonder you’ve strung about my life today; I mean, really. What is it that you do to me? How is it that you fill my heart… Continue reading