A Life full of Rain and Wild Flowers

Life feels slow and quiet these days. In the mornings, I’ve been waking up to the gentle sound of spring rain falling. A soft stillness seems to have settled on everything. The garden is wet, green and happy for having her thirst quenched after a long dry winter. The herbs are thriving and the bougainvillea is in full bloom. It’s the type of grey weather fit for staying in bed, reading and drinking loads of tea and cocoa, which is exactly what I’ve been doing. It feels good to allow myself this space and quiet time.

I’ve been enjoying bringing the gifts from the garden into my home to uplift the energy too – bougainvillea flowers, basil blossoms and twigs of cedar. Each day I find something new. I keep remembering how much I longed for this during the six years that I lived in a flat. I longed for a garden and a deeper connection with the earth. My heart ached because I felt disconnected from such a profound part of my wild essence. Now I feel so grateful and blessed to have my small garden, my little corner of the Earth to nurture my heart.

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Fresh Bougainvilleas from the garden

Cedar twigs and basil blossoms from the garden. Such uplifting blessings.
Cedar twigs and basil blossoms from the garden. Such uplifting blessings.

At night, I’ve been falling asleep listening to the soothing voice of poet Vigdis Garbarek’s The Daring Deed. It’s like manna for my soul. I discovered Garbarek’s work over on The Little Forest Flower blog. A quote of the poet’s work that Anne shared really touched something in my. Garbarek’s words are like a dreamy meditation seeping into my consciousness as I drift off to sleep at night.

Yesterday, my husband and I went walking at a nearby park, rain and all. We needed to get out for a while, breathe and take the freshness of the moist air into our bodies. It was beautiful and we stumbled upon so many stunning wild flowers. I saw some flowers that I haven’t seen since childhood, back when I’d spend hours playing in the veld and picking wild flowers. Life was so magical back then and it was just soul soothing to have rekindled that feeling on our walk.

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A thriving field of clovers dancing in the rain
I have no ideas what these are called, but they bring my such joy because they remind me of childhood. Such simple understated beauty.
I have no ideas what these are called, but they bring my such joy because they remind me of childhood. Such simple understated beauty.
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I found several Elderflower trees growing wild and free, their stunning white blossoms smelt delicious. I love the way they look, like little constellations of floral snowflakes. Picked a few for teas and elixirs.
Pretty wild yellow blossoms soaking up the moisture.
Pretty wild yellow blossoms soaking up the moisture.
Flowing reeds growing in the pond where I love to meditate and watch the moorhen and african black ducks sailing gracefully.
Flowing reeds growing in the pond where I love to meditate and watch the moorhen and african black ducks sailing gracefully.
Wild pea blossoms glistening in their post rain glow.
Wild pea blossoms glistening in their post rain glow.
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2 thoughts on “A Life full of Rain and Wild Flowers

  1. Little Forest Flower

    Oh so much beauty. I feel like taking a deep, healing breath. I’m so glad you’ve listened to Vigdis Garbarek. I love her as well. Her poems brought me to tears, perhaps because I feel her road is a lot like mine.

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