Life is a Garden

My mother loved her garden. I remember when she passed on, at the funeral, I showcased her garden angels and a photo album titled Dotty’s Garden.

I was never a big gardener. In fact, at college, when my cactus, Buford, petrified, word got around. People from far reaches of the dormitory brought their dying plants in hopes that my green thumb could assist them. 

When we moved into our current house, we were blessed with a beautiful backyard garden that the previous owners landscaped. My husband fell in love, and so did I. 

A few years ago, a backyard flood destroyed our garden and our basement. It was caused by surrounding properties. To me, the flood represented how things take over and encroach upon our lives. Sometimes it is not easy to rise above those situations. It takes work.

While we had to rebuild our basement, lost a few trees, and weeds took over our garden, we solved the crux of the problem. The local government fixed the situation. 

Presently, we have taken pride in this effort by slowly managing our backyard. It was not easy, and with each season, there were more challenges. You see, the garden represents life. 

I always ask myself, am I managing and nurturing my garden (life)?

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Om to Gratefulness


I am grateful for my mind.
I honor it.

It is always working so hard and helps me function.
It takes blows and falls.
It tells me when I need to let-go.
It’s always working in the background, foreground,
and in connection with all. 
It may not always be sharp, or smart, or knowing. It does its best.
It helps me to connect with creation and find my potential. 
I have all the time in the world to explore my mind and more.


I am grateful for my body.
I honor it.

It is always with me and helps me to move in life.
It takes blows and falls.
It tells me when I need rest or nurturing.
It may not move the way it always did, but it accepts change.
And with the slower movement, it allows me to see different things.
I have time to notice things I never did before, things that bring me joy and keep me moving.


I am grateful for my life.
I honor it.

It is always with me in the past, present, and future.
It takes blows and falls. 
It tells me lessons and allows me to absorb.
It may not turn out the way I think it will, but it exists for me.
And with these lessons, I have choices, and I can see whatever I want to see.
I have all the time in the world to learn, and all the time in the world to teach. 


I am grateful for my relations.
I honor them.

They always show me things I need to know. 
They take blows and falls.
They show me lessons and teach me knowing.
They may not be perfect, but they exist for me. 
And with these lessons, I have choices, and I can see whatever I want to see.
I have all the time in the world to learn, and all the time in the world to teach. 


I am grateful for myself.
I honor ME.

I always experience, see, and know. 
I take blows and falls.
I see, learn, and teach from my soul.
I may not be perfect, but I am…I am pertinent.
And with this existence, I have choices, and I can see whatever I want to see.
I have all the time in the world to feel, see, and know how I can just BE.


My only purpose in life is to BE… happy.

Time & Movement

When I attended a Feng Shui workshop, I found out that my birth element was Big Metal, which means I have big ideas but need to keep moving or I get stuck. When metal is heated, it becomes fluid. When it is cooled, it can have a purpose.

It’s no coincidence that I display clocks all over the house and bought two kinetic sculptures just before this Feng Shui workshop. Maybe it’s no coincidence that my father was handed down the hobby of a clock and watch repairman from his father and it was part of what I took with me from his time on earth. 

There is this old watch repair desk from the turn of the century, that still sits in the basement of my parent’s house, now my brother’s. To the left of the workspace is a storage room. To the right is a workbench. I saw the two spaces as bookends to time. One represented memories of days past and the other created new ideas and inventions. Through my eyes, the desk represented the present moment.

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