The Garden Of My Life

This life -

My life

Has become a garden

It is not neatly planted

It’s wild in places

Soft with moss and memory

Littered with fallen rose petals 

There is rich soil here 

Most days 

I step barefoot into this place

A sacred place

Where there is a seat 

Where my mind meets my heart

Where I cultivate goodness

Down to my very bones

I write notes to my heart

In the dirt 

with my finger

Committing to what is good

Even if it takes time

My garden offers comfort for my soul

In ways language cannot hold 

But through presence

It harmonises my heart 

And tenderises my pain 

Inspiration always flutters in 

Like a butterfly in the wind

Like sunlight breaking through the clouds

My garden inspires me to keep planting

Keep tending

And to keep choosing love 

By Tanya Cameron