I visited my garden today.
My Soul Garden.
I haven’t been here in quite some time, so I took a meditative journey there to calm my senses, to see what needed to change.
This is my Secret Garden.
She sat down and closed her eyes. She traveled across the waters and through the verdant mossy mounds until she was there. Suddenly surrounded by plants and life.
But her garden was dry. So dry. So she watered, she called the rains, and immediately things came to life. Not only did they come to life, but they were bearing fruit and veggies and sharing their juicy harvest with her. She pulled what looked like a corn off the stalk and started eating it right there. It was sweet, crunchy and juicy. She saw a pink fruit with green diamonds on it and she plucked it off the vine, peeled it to expose it’s orange center, and let the juice drip down her arms as she ate it.
She saw the round white porcelain 3 level fountain emerge from the center of the garden again. The replenishment that this garden receives from her attention is almost immediate.
She zooms out her perspective and takes a hawk’s eye view. She sees that this garden is circular and there are giant oak trees circling the garden. She goes and lays down under one. The soft mossy grass holds her body as she looks up at the branches, watching birds fly around and sing their songs. She also sees a lime green snake moving through the thicker branches.
As She watches this, her body begins to grow into the earth. She feels all the weights that she’s been carrying slip away. She watches as this body decays into the earth, protected under the oak, giving life to the world around it. As the Oak is the last to go to sleep for the winter, she begins to lose all her leaves and nuts until a gentle snow falls over the land. There is quite here.
Something has died within this woman. Something has let go. The perspective of working for money rather than working for Service. Service to something greater. To something meaningful. To something that this world needs that only she can give and share. her focus on working for money has died so that her Sacred Service can rise. So that her focus of being a Priestess, a woman embodying the Goddess, can rise. Can emerge and unfurl her heart to the world.
An invitation for other women to see the divinity within their feminine form.
An invitation to let what needs to die, go. So that something new can grow from there.
An invitation for juicy, vibrant life.
And so the snowbells came and circled the body. The snow melted. The woman who went to sleep with the forest awoke and pulled the mossy green and brown blanket away. She emerged in a white gown. She took the time she needed before she was ready to stand. She walked back to the fountain in the center of her garden, where new life was budding all around her. And she wept for a new and mysterious cycle of life beginning all around her and within her.
