The only boundaries are the ones we create…
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Boundaries.”
This was a difficult subject. So much of what I photograph is from nature and there is nothing broken there. My posts though, convey through images my journey through life and there was a period last spring when I felt broken. Here is one of the photos I shared in a post during that time…
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Broken.”
The world around me is growing, blooming, flourishing. I am in awe of her beauty and her unfolding.
I love all seasons but spring…the season of rebirth…holds me in her spell. Enchanting, captivating, and radiant.
I immerse myself in her lushness and extravagance.
I stare in wonder at the abundance of colors and inhale the heavenly scents.
I feel gentle breezes and nourishing rains. The earth is truly coming back to life.
There is a stirring inside my soul. A desire, a passion, a reverence for what I am seeing and experiencing around me and within me. I feel myself blossoming and expanding. My heart joyous and content.
It’s as though I am kissing the earth. Savoring these tender and sweet moments. And as I journey through this season…
I feel the earth kissing me back.
Someone recently told me that I have a secret garden inside of me. And when I heard this…I knew it to be true.
It is deep in my heart. Deep inside where my spirit lives. Deep inside where it has laid dormant for a very long time.
I think I had forgotten it was there. Buried under the overgrown weeds and tangled branches. The debris and wreckage that comes from loss and heartache. Piled so thick so that no sunlight could reach it.
Slowly though, I have pulled away the piles and the layers to uncover what has been asleep and buried. The garden of my heart.
And in this uncovering, a wondrous and amazing thing has happened. The garden has come back to life. In fact it’s bursting with buds and blooms. It’s big and bright and vibrant. It’s rich and earthy and warm. It’s full of hope and joy…
And most of all…love
As a child, I was enchanted by the story ” The Secret Garden”. Today, as a grown woman, I am discovering my very own secret garden. And I don’t want to keep it a secret. I want to share it with the world.
Because in the words of Francis Hodgson Burnett, author of “The Secret Garden”
It blooms and blooms and every morning new miracles are revealed.
So I am sharing this garden I’ve found with others. Please come visit it anytime:
What better time than spring, the season of rebirth, to discover your own secret garden.
I may have lost my faith temporarily. But I do believe it’s the little things in life that see us through when nothing else makes sense.
When I slow down and look more closely at what’s in front of me…something inside flickers backs on. A glimmer perhaps…
This long winter is finally beginning to thaw.
I see buds.
Small but so lovely…
I am in awe of how these tiny pods will soon open and burst with life.
These beautiful little buds remind me…
It’s the little things in life.
Faith is a funny thing….
Sometimes you feel it, deep within your heart and soul.
It calms your fears and eases your pain. It gives you a sense of peace and hope. It protects you and keeps you safe. It is huge and encompassing. It is small and gentle.
Faith…believing that anything is possible.
And other times you seek it.
Times when you can’t find your way because you are blinded by the darkness. You know what faith feels like. But when overwhelming fear and doubt and worry combine, it can seem as if faith has left you…all alone in a storm that rages around you.
This is the path I find myself on right now. And I don’t recognize it.
A pink slip, handed out to me and every teacher in my school, because our budget did not pass. Our wonderful little school may have to close.
It will be ok we are told. Things will work out they say. We are not sure we can believe them.
Our faith tries to speak up. But the dark and harsh reality pushes it away. This is almost too much. Fear looms and threatens…
I want to run and hide.
Old thinking comes back into my head. It steals my hope and tires my spirit…
The world, always so sparkly and bright
Seems dull and pale.
Tears brim…I fight them
But they spill over
I pray and ask why? Why is this happening?
But no answer comes.
More than anything I want to know…
Where did my faith go?
It has never left me before.
I was always able to fan its flames back to life.
There are only embers now.
I want to believe what Edward Teller says.
My heart desperately wants to cling to the hope that out of this, my faith will return and teach me to fly…
For now though…I walk lightly and quietly
Looking, searching, seeking faith