When I was quite small, I was
fairly severely punished for being a slow eater
to my memory, more
than a few times
at the place where I currently work
the speed of tasks is often mentioned
at what can be accomplished
and just
how many minutes, it should take
however, I have always, I believe
whether because, or despite
moved
at my own pace in the world
I rarely if ever rush, or hurry
neither though, would I say
do I doddle or
plod
I simply move to my own kind of
rhythm
always have
I am not on trend, or certainly
on point
I am really just… this
as I am
which is of course, as you may guess
why I so value
my garden
more precisely my ‘style’ of garden
which is one could say, rather lazy
unregimented, free flowing
to my thoughts, quite natural
a little on the wild side
(much like my own personal style or lack there of!)
I don’t much do manicured or
perfection
tidy and trim
here I let things grow as they wish and most often,
(even to my husband’s frustration)
just where they wish
I do do boundaries, (as one must
sometimes to survive),
as a private person, I like fences
or more romantically, thoughts of a walled garden
I like sanctuary
really gardening for me is
just watching and
wandering
it is quiet observation
of the flowers and the trees
of the toads, the birds, the bees
and the butterflies
of the occasional cat who sneaks in
the squirrels, the chipmunks, the rabbits
the hawk
of the regulars and the visitors
and those that
surprise
the ones that have been planted
and the ones that
survive
we are gentleness and wonder
we are seekers and wanderers
we are listeners and dreamers
we watch the clouds and the skies
and the
sun
we chat in own respective languages
sometimes we
curse
we vent, we rage
we
cajole
we smile, we mope, we
comfort
we always, always without a doubt
we always comfort
we trust, we notice
and we
breathe… in gratitude
this pace, in this world
is
us
just
as it was meant to be ♥
“Move gracefully and well and you’ll get where you want to get.”
~ Katherine Hepburn