Thursday, July 9, 2009

The Gardener

We all have that secret garden – the one that we tend to and perhaps sometimes we don’t allow other within.

 

Sure there is the fence and every day we tend to that garden and we make it the best that we can. Yet there is that wall that is all around the garden and we keep the door up and yet at the same time – now and then we will allow it to be open.

 

 

Why is it that we do this? It could very well be due to previous situations that have occurred within our life such as divorce or other wise. However within it all the garden does give one some substantial meaning as we are apart of creating something and within that everything that we do within every day has some meaning. Some will have days that are not that great and then there are some are perfect.

 

Ironically one day the gardener allowed that doorway to be open and what came about was someone that stepped inside.

 

This of course was to the gardeners surprise as there came about something as for years that door stayed closed. After a period of time, the gardener found that there was more things to just gardening and enjoyed the new things that unveiled. Certainly the garden was something that was never left go but other things came about.

 

 

The merit of the story is that the gardener found another level of actualization within what was abundant. For the gardener was never alone yet there was more than just the garden. I think that is something that we all can relate to in some fashion.  One can’t come from shortage, nor from scarcity or from wanting. The attributes the define us is what allows us everything within our own way.

 

 

19 comments:

  1. we do all have a secret garden, some of us have a poetry garden too *grin*
    great analogy Jack

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  2. Jimi, I literally have wrote allot and that foundation that I so enjoyed is what I love.

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  3. Danette I love prose and I used to write them. Sometimes they are there but I when I get a vantage/picture where I can bit into it - it comes.
    It's been a while since I have done so with multiply as have many old writes and it's somthing that I never claimed to be a good writer
    but it's something that I love with respect to seeing what others write. As I know you write in a manner that is truly one that you
    can just take something and like playing a piano. I could be wrong. The analogy is basically what it is.

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  4. A secret garden in my imagination...

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  5. Within the imagination Anna it sparks something if you know what I mean. Si?

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  6. As I tend to my garden, watering, pulling weeds, giving it sunshine. I see all the many different plants and flowers... each needing TLC in different ways. And look over there, see the beautiful rose.. I call him Jack... winks

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  7. Ok....if I was to think of myself I think I would be a ......I don't know which plant - lol.

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  8. I like the story. Once in a while we should open the door to our gardens, and watch the magic transpire.

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  9. For the life of me Bryon I did not know you had great stories and when I looked over to the left I saw your favorits and it brought back a few old writings that I had.
    Then I just started to write...

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  10. I'm not a prolific writer, Jack. Only when life overflows, overwhelms, brings sorrow, peace, or great joy. As inspiration motivates, I may spin a piece from my soul.

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  11. Bryon there is not one day that there is not something I can't write about. However I am not a writer I have known a few. But I embrace reading and writing.
    What inspires it - I think it's something that comes from the soul. The inner side.

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  12. Wonderful analogy, Jack. And revealing.

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  13. Wonderful writing. You paint a picture with your words. Thank you for sharing them with us here.

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  14. I love it when it does come and everyone does write in there own manner.
    I am amidst everyone within this blogosphere Cheryl.

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