Our garden calls: my name summonsed within the breeze, echoed in the rustle of the leaves of the mighty oak next door, sung gently in the tunes of the songbirds perched on both fences and branches. I answer willingly with candle and cacao; I celebrate this as a sacred part of my day. Sitting here in our arbor with the magnificent laurel bay tree in front of me.
I can see all the efforts my love has made in our little corner of the planet. Early clematis blooming gloriously, and the rest of his plantings coming to life to their own tune, at their own pace.
I smile at the dance of the honeysuckle swaying as she swirls and turns up the arch; he created this just for her to climb with abandon. Roses and rhododendrons the deepest pinks of early awakening nestled against the stone wall, holding the warmth, sharing scent.
His little corner of alpines, a collection of ferns and forget-me-nots, along with dainty white flowers and others that I do not know the names of, surrounding rocks and the smallest wee pond for the birds and the bees to rest and drink from.
A new fruit tree espaliered to the huge stone wall; its blossom now transformed into the beginnings of early fruit. The olive tree previously surrounded by daffodils now standing proud and on its own swaying in the steady breeze. Raspberry canes along the side fence settling into the soil, enjoying the Welsh rain aplenty.
All these gifts of the earth cared and tenderly nurtured by him with joy and safe, steady hands. I come here to rest and to watch the birds on the feeders, to revel in their different songs.
At night I sit when home alone and listen to the owls talking to each other over the wall from within the vast and abandoned wild walled garden next door.
Daylight brings coffee or cacao, writing or reading, music or quietness, meditation or daydreams—the simplest, and most enlightening of pleasures.
It is a magical place that nurtures both our souls for different reasons. Healing reaches both of us here in the way that the Earth Mother holds us in our own needs within her love.
Co-creation and illumination, be that through muddy fingers or pen on paper. Be it with a lovingly prepared meal or shared time with the flames of both firepit and candle in fellowship at dusk or dawn. This is our outside space, that natural extension to our home.
When he is in this space it is activity and grounding, it is release and active rest and an extension of his love for our precious Earth. When I am here it is silence and stillness, a grounding and expansion of my truest nature into the joy of all that I am.
And still when we are together in our sanctuary, it is laughter and love, special meals or time to simply “be” together as the aligned and awakened souls that we are.
We are divinely connected, whilst being whole in our oneness, and all is experienced here with a quiet joy and a celebration of all that is and ever will be.
Blessed Be.
