I planted chilli seeds… must have been months ago. I found two sprouting in a little pot and on the verge of expiring due to a lack of water and nourishment.

Lately, I’m having a love affair with the garden.

This time, I am in a better place in my mind. I guess I have finally matured. I no longer see a struggling plant and have a sinking feeling as though I’m some dismal failure. Sure, hindsight is there… as I take a broad view, I see what I might have done better and what could be now if I had more presence and vision back then. Yes, the thoughts still arise, but they simply don’t stick around for too long anymore.

It thrills me to connect in intimacy with every herb and flower, with insects, elements, and earth. In that space, I am balanced, peaceful, and whole.

These days, my awareness alights gently and bee-like as I harvest the pollen of insight and allow everything else to fall back to the ground to break down and integrate back into soul/soil.

The garden is my Guru, my spiritual practice. Here relationship is sacred, a symbiotic dance of pattern and light.