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.
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.