Oh the memory of this great vision. Even now many years later as I sit and reread my original writings of this dream my heart is filled with joy. I saw so much of the garden that day and each and every plant, rock, building, or artifact is still firmly etched into the essence of my soul. My tour left me excited and thankful that I had returned to this, my most sacred space. At the same time I was also left feeling very remorseful for having neglected this space and letting it fall into such poor repair. I longed to restore the Garden of My Heart to a yet unfulfilled glory that I knew was possible.
I do not remember the journey back from the Garden that day I just remember suddenly being acutely aware that I was back inside my body still sitting in that warm Jacuzzi at the health club. As I returned to realization of my surroundings I felt like I had been away from my body in this spiritual state for days, but it had only been about an hour. I find even as I write this that my heart continues to remember exactly step for step sequences from this vision of my Garden. I know where each plant is and what it represents. I know all the paths and intricate details of all the surroundings. It amazes me that one short vision could remain in my conscience so long and with such vivid detail. I dressed and left the gym savoring the experience in my heart. As I drove home I was left in awe of what had just happened to me. I knew that I was loved and that God was very aware of me. That is something all humanity needs to feel more regularly, God’s unconditional and total LOVE.
Everyday that week it was as if the dream consumed my every thought. I would reflect on the dream and it seemed the more I thought about it the clearer I was about what everything stood for and what everything meant. The vision had so many important messages for me and answered so many questions. Each of the plants represented a person, place or experienced that I had treasured. Everything in that garden held symbolism of cherished blessings and loved ones. The Garden was my soul. The state of the garden represented the state I had let my soul fall into. By masking myself and who I really was I had symbolically closed up the garden, locked the gates and thrown away the key, thus leaving behind an exquisite creation that had taken me most likely many lifetimes to create and plan. Every time I thought about the garden I became more resolute not to ever leave my sacred space for so long, and to never take for granted the beauty that truly was me. The Garden Vision that day left me changed forever for the good.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
The West Garden - Chapter 2 - Part 5
The spirit and I finished our tour of the Garden at the West Arch of the Heart of the Garden. Walking through the arch was heartbreaking, for this garden, unlike the East Garden, had failed completely. Neglect and drought had left if deader than dead. Branches and debris from the rest of the garden seemed to have been thrown in here and it truly appeared to be more of a refuse dump than garden. It was a massive space completely wasted and the only life in it was noxious weeds and thistle.
My heart broke to see this, the most neglected garden, as it just proved how long it had been since I had paid any attention or love to this place. Unlike the North garden, there were no signs of life and truly this garden was going to have to be cleared, redesigned, and completely re-landscaped. The Spirit seemed to sense my despair and lovingly said, “It’s an opportunity not an end.” With that my heart lifted. I immediately stopped seeing what is wasn’t, alive, and started seeing what it could be. It was a massive space with rolling hills, great boulders, definitely a place that could be dramatic someday. I said, “I will have a lot to add to this space soon.
My heart broke to see this, the most neglected garden, as it just proved how long it had been since I had paid any attention or love to this place. Unlike the North garden, there were no signs of life and truly this garden was going to have to be cleared, redesigned, and completely re-landscaped. The Spirit seemed to sense my despair and lovingly said, “It’s an opportunity not an end.” With that my heart lifted. I immediately stopped seeing what is wasn’t, alive, and started seeing what it could be. It was a massive space with rolling hills, great boulders, definitely a place that could be dramatic someday. I said, “I will have a lot to add to this space soon.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Reflections - Poetry of Life Series
Wrtten May 10th, 2000
Manzanillo, Mexico
Puerta Serena, Blue Bay Village
Eyes open and now I see.
What is this world without little me.
Who would smell th roses? Who would admire the sea?
Would the waves still come in without me there to see?
A comical question. To most just a jest.
But the meaning of my life, is becoming quite a quest.
There must be a reason I am living in the now.
I so desire the answer, but it is evasive somehow.
Eyes now tired. They have sought the answer all day.
Light grows dimmer as night overtakes the sun's last rays.
Will I find the purpose, discovering the equations sum?
Where is the treasure buried and where did it come from?
Eyes are quickly closing as I strain to complete the day.
Softly now reflecting on the complications that have passed my way.
How can I find the reason? How can I know just why?
Eyes close. Chapter closes. Another day has gone by.
Manzanillo, Mexico
Puerta Serena, Blue Bay Village
Eyes open and now I see.
What is this world without little me.
Who would smell th roses? Who would admire the sea?
Would the waves still come in without me there to see?
A comical question. To most just a jest.
But the meaning of my life, is becoming quite a quest.
There must be a reason I am living in the now.
I so desire the answer, but it is evasive somehow.
Eyes now tired. They have sought the answer all day.
Light grows dimmer as night overtakes the sun's last rays.
Will I find the purpose, discovering the equations sum?
Where is the treasure buried and where did it come from?
Eyes are quickly closing as I strain to complete the day.
Softly now reflecting on the complications that have passed my way.
How can I find the reason? How can I know just why?
Eyes close. Chapter closes. Another day has gone by.
The East Garden - Chapter 2 - Part 4
Coming from the elegance and formality of the North Rose Garden we returned through the arch in the hedge to the Heart of the Garden. The elegant fountain’s song welcomed us back to this central point. We proceeded around the fountain and entered the East Arch, entrance to the East Garden.
Upon entering this garden I was amazed at the stark difference in architecture. The East garden was a much simpler garden, free of the formality of the North Rose Garden we had just been in. It was a country garden, full and overflowing with perennials and wildflowers of every kind. This garden had a massive, ancient, knarled tree that was the graceful focal point of this gorgeous garden. It sat slightly to the left side and further to the east end of the garden. Its massive expanse reached over a major portion of the garden and its trunk was twisted and knarled and some if its ancient roots were slightly exposed further indicating its age. I felt instantly that this tree represented the love and wisdom of my dearest kindred spirit of all, my Grandma Gubler, Genevieve. Her branches reached and shaded a massive amount of space and under her protective reach the east garden contained some of the rarest and most amazing specimens of all the gardens. Under her protective care this garden had thrived. Coming into this garden from the East was a small creek that came in on the left and weaved its way playfully through the garden and then split and came around each side of the tree giving it a constant supply of nutrients. The path in this garden was lovely also. Large natural flagstones meandered through amongst all the plantings and it worked its way back to the shade of the massive tree where the stones fanned out to make a small patio area. Where the path came to the creek there were large stones with flat tops in the creek placed just perfectly that made it easy to just walk across the bubbling water.
The East Garden was an area, that despite its neglect, had flourished. Heirloom plants and wildflowers had taken a strong hold here and since the majority of the plantings were tried and true heirlooms they thrived with little care. Snapdragons, simply petunias, large bushes of daiseys, hollyhocks, you name it all the old fashioned favorites bloomed here. The sweet fragrance of this garden was calming and healing. This garden held power. Just entering it was an instant recharge and any of the despair I had felt over the poor condition of other areas of the garden melted away as i strolled through this magical healing place. Genevieve's Garden, the East Garden, was a timeless spot covering the choices part of the entire Garden. Here was where my most cherished memory plants had been grouped.
Upon entering this garden I was amazed at the stark difference in architecture. The East garden was a much simpler garden, free of the formality of the North Rose Garden we had just been in. It was a country garden, full and overflowing with perennials and wildflowers of every kind. This garden had a massive, ancient, knarled tree that was the graceful focal point of this gorgeous garden. It sat slightly to the left side and further to the east end of the garden. Its massive expanse reached over a major portion of the garden and its trunk was twisted and knarled and some if its ancient roots were slightly exposed further indicating its age. I felt instantly that this tree represented the love and wisdom of my dearest kindred spirit of all, my Grandma Gubler, Genevieve. Her branches reached and shaded a massive amount of space and under her protective reach the east garden contained some of the rarest and most amazing specimens of all the gardens. Under her protective care this garden had thrived. Coming into this garden from the East was a small creek that came in on the left and weaved its way playfully through the garden and then split and came around each side of the tree giving it a constant supply of nutrients. The path in this garden was lovely also. Large natural flagstones meandered through amongst all the plantings and it worked its way back to the shade of the massive tree where the stones fanned out to make a small patio area. Where the path came to the creek there were large stones with flat tops in the creek placed just perfectly that made it easy to just walk across the bubbling water.
The East Garden was an area, that despite its neglect, had flourished. Heirloom plants and wildflowers had taken a strong hold here and since the majority of the plantings were tried and true heirlooms they thrived with little care. Snapdragons, simply petunias, large bushes of daiseys, hollyhocks, you name it all the old fashioned favorites bloomed here. The sweet fragrance of this garden was calming and healing. This garden held power. Just entering it was an instant recharge and any of the despair I had felt over the poor condition of other areas of the garden melted away as i strolled through this magical healing place. Genevieve's Garden, the East Garden, was a timeless spot covering the choices part of the entire Garden. Here was where my most cherished memory plants had been grouped.
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