“I love my garden”, not to be confused with, “I love to garden.”
Tried it once. Never caught on with me. I know; I know. It takes practice, intentional attempts to form a habit but I don’t wanna, so I’m not gonna. However, non-participation has not kept me from enjoyment of the art. And my garden, thanks in part to Goodness’s (my grandson’s) efforts, is a happy place, a peaceful place, soaking in all kinds of blessings. It reminds me of The Run in a way. Even though there’s no great physical effort given out; there is an enormous amount of receiving taking place. It’s deceptively consuming, receiving beauty. We should do that more. We should fill up on that. Beauty in all its forms, visual, the spoken/written word, music and melodies, when received, naturally processes into an uplifting spirit elevating the way we talk to ourselves and so, relate to others.
Paradise is not a destination; it’s a state of mind … Live There … Anytime You Want … As Long As You Want 🙂