Wednesday, January 10, 2018

In the magical garden

The old magical garden is awakening, I’m sure! Trees are unruffling thin arms, and there’s a big eye watching me…   


Gnomes, sprites and elves are stirring in their dens and burrows after a very long sleep spell… even my cherubs and garden statues are slowly coming back to life, as they adapt to their new life here in the north… 


This old garden is a magical place indeed! Even fairytale princesses have been showing up.  They just popped up out of the snow one day and alas... there they were!  Like some magical Christmas bauble ornament.  Where did they come from?  You just have to wonder!


Birds are also finding in the old garden a new dwelling place, and the other day an utmost magical, perfect friend came by to explore the place and see if it was of her likings…


I had never seen a mourning dove such as this one—large, with over fluffed super white feathers almost as white as snow.


She appeared just when I needed her the most, when I was sitting outside in the cold and my heart was heavy and blue with the weight of memories beyond time… 


What a beautiful bird that was!  And how it enchanted my heart.  The sleepy winter garden was suddenly awakened under its magic, and my sad heart fluttered a little bit.  Oh, I hope she’ll stay.

I supposed, thought, not every creature in my magical garden is entirely happy either.  This poor little fella here must be very angry with me for having seized him away from his birthplace and bringing him here.  Can you not tell?


Do you suppose he's giving me the finger?  You take a look again, and tell me!  Well, I wouldn't blame him, would I? You see, he’s a true southern boy, born and raced in the deep south and definitely having a rough time adapting to his new environment. The poor little thing! Who would blame him!  There are days when, deep down in my heart, I myself feel the same way and my soul comes out of me and flies away from me, and I hear it crying silently, and sometimes I even hear it yelling some sad, unspoken words that only I can hear...   


Wind, frigid rain and cold days, they all have a unique song to sing; a song all of their own, and like a child’s lullaby, they sing it, faithfully reminding us that we are back home to where the roses sleep for half a year. 

I need the sun as much as I need food to thrive, I need Nature as much as I need air to subsist, and thus today I bundled up from head to toes and again, went to sit outside in search of my life. And what a wonderful respite that was, what silence, what sad peacefulness.  No roses no nothing, just the quieted winter garden and me--an Adam in Paradise before he had an Eve.


I miss those old, long-limbed trees towering our little white cottage, miss their glorious view above my window. The freedom of blue skies and sunlit woods skirting the gardens where strange, magical noises could be heard all day long.  I miss the colored cardinals and wandering cats, and I miss sitting in the front porch in the middle of winter and still be warmed up by a strong, faithful sun.  The green of trees that never changed colors nor lost their leaves, the scent of the garden in winter and roses in December.  I miss my mother and the days spent by her side.  I miss her song, her laughter, the color of her eyes.  I miss what I lost and what I will have—tulips in April roses in June. I am hopeful and confident that the Great-I-Am will dry my tears and again bring new laughter to my lips.    







5 comments:

  1. YOu got out of the house! So good! Home is our haven, but for you, lack of being out in nature, is not a good thing.

    And you were welcomed by the lovely mourning dove. Perfect! What sweeter sign could you wish for...? That it is time for you, to take yourself by the hand, and bring yourself come up out of the dark and the depths...? (hugs)

    Everything will not become bright again, at once. But it is not even good for your health, to remain in sadness. Our body is completely one, with our spirit. When we are sad, over too long a period of time, the body becomes depleted... As well, as the zest for life, becomes thus. Not-good...

    And yes, the statue is giving you the finger!!!!!!!!! -gigggles-

    Lots and lots and lots and lots of gentle hugs... Please keep climbing... You know you should... For yourself... For your husband... For your family... And most of all, for yourself!

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    1. Thank you for coming by, Ms. Luna. And thank you for your kind words of wisdom. I know, I should move on, but somehow deep in me, I've always known it was going to be like this for me with mom. I have always adored her and all my life had been so close to her... this is very hard... there will be better days i hope...

      Thank you for caring and for coming by... love seeing you here. The other day when that huge, magical orange Wolf Moon came out, I though of you... ;) So beautiful!

      Hugs

      Cielo

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  2. Your Mourning Dove is bringing joy your way. Do you feed them? Ours here like chicken scratch. Its cheaper too and I get it at Tractor Supply. I find it is better then bird seed that sprouts eventually and creates a mess under the feeder. Now I just fill up the feeder with chicken scratch and everyone is happy. The squirrels like it too. I also put out some sunflower seeds for the squirrels. They all eat out of a big flat disk bird feeder my brother made me. I think they like an open feeder so they can fly away fast if a predator comes.
    I am glad you were able to go outside and get some fresh air! I know its a struggle. I'm so sorry you are sad. It's o.k. to be sad though. I know you miss your Mom. I know she is there in spirit with you.

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    1. Oh wow, I've never thought about using chickn scratch to feed birds! I know exactly what you mean by the 'mess under the feeders', something I'll need to work on this spring... yuck! I will definitely go by the Tractor Supply this week! Thank you for letting me know about this... great idea!

      Hugs

      Cielo

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    2. Cindee, I tried to visit you to see if I could find your big flat disk bird feeder your brother made you on your blog, but... you don't have a blog? ;)

      Cielo

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