“Hope,” Beethoven cried, “you forge the heart into steel.” Hope is confidence. Hope is determination. Hope is courage. And faith is the ultimate expression of hope. Belief fortifies the heart. ~ Daisaku Ikeda ~
The dream of owning my own piece of land was put on the back burner for so many years that I had forgotten all of the ideas that accompanied it. This week they have been resurfacing from my sub-conscious. Ideas like a permanent garden that I can lovingly tend to and not have to leave before harvest time with a gardening journal that I can actually use to create meaning season after season. I've collected many gardening books and magazines in the past and this week I've been reading them. My all time favourite is the Australian self-suffiency magazine Grassroots. I've collected this library of wealth for over a decade now. I'm dusting them off and like my sub-conscious, ideas are flooding forth.
In a day-dream I remembered my great grandmother's garden - a labrinth for children - I've written about that garden and it's influence over me as a child somewhere here before - in it she hung a massive wicker chair. It used to hug me as I sat snug in it's egg shaped comfort. Her garden had a willow tree, our new garden does too. I want to create a beautiful and magical space for my children in their garden. A place they can play, explore, get lost within their imagination, find themselves again, transform, learn, love, get muddy. I look forward to this dreams unfoldment but it will be a little while until we physically get there. Someone once told me that it is a good idea to sit and watch the four seasons first to see what comes and goes in a garden before any large plans are put in place. So in the meantime I'll just keep dreaming and wait patiently like a lotus seed deep in the muddy swamp.
