I had not intended to write a blog, but was talking to a friend about how, now I had more time, I wanted amongst other things to keep a better record of the garden and nurture its spiritual aspects, as well as writing poetry more often. She suggested I did it online as a blog, and ramblinginthegarden.wordpress.com was born.
I had finished work a year ago, short of retirement, after months of conflict between head and heart, realising once the decision was made that it was my soul calling me to be here, at home and in the garden. ‘Here’ is the north-east rural fringe of the West Midlands, with my marital partner of 16 years (sometimes referred to in posts as The Golfer, The Handyman, or other appropriate pseudonym), in an old property we renovated and extended, and an originally undeveloped garden. We are both very practical people, and as all we have achieved here has been our own handiwork it is not surprising our hearts and souls are very much part of it too.
I have loved plants and gardens for as long as I can remember, but now have a more spiritual relationship with them and the natural environment generally. I have a room in the house I use for holistic purposes such as meditation and healing but would like to harness the energies of the garden more than I do, not only for my own spiritual growth but to nurture and empower others. Writing poetry was just one way of developing a deeper relationship with the garden (as well as fulfilling the urge to create with words), and the discipline of writing the blog is a good supportive tool. It also provides a structured and on-going record of the garden.
The blog reflects just one (but multi-faceted) part of me, to fulfil a particular need, but already it has gone beyond that and brought new and unanticipated pleasures. I have been blessed by the wider implications of writing it and if you, as you read it, also find pleasure in doing so then we are all blessed, and I give thanks for that.