Here before we came. . .

The two big stones were here when we took over the well loved but overgrown garden. They, along with the twisted stick with the hooked end that hung in the old lilac tree, the big old hunk of wood that had been used as a chopping block and the very old rusty vice hidden in undergrowth have stayed, as the garden has been tamed around them.
They are part of the history of this place, they were in this beautiful spot long before we came - and each had stories that I am sure the old couple who used to tend this space knew well. . .I can not hear the words of how they came to be here but I feel their stories everytime I touch them. . .

"There are times when I cannot believe I am separate from this earth,
when I could swear the wind blows through me as it does the woven
needles of the pine tree by the creek, when I feel my feet planted
deep in the earth with the roots of trees and wildflowers,
drawing essence." - Cathy Johnson

Wishing you a very happy Spring Equinox

Dark : Light
B A L A N C E
Another cycle begins.

"One by one - tiny green shoots break the ground around my
feet - quickly spiralling upward - toward the encompassing light."

Image and words by Susannah Bec

Huge Sweeping Golden Beams

Today the Sun shone, huge sweeping golden beams - filling my room and leaving
no space for me inside. I put on my shoes and stepped outside,
just in time to join Spring as she arrived in my garden.

"We work with the stuff of the soul by means of the things of life." - Thomas Moore

"In the garden the door is always open into the holy." - May Sarton

"Let the mind be enlarged to the grandeur of the mysteries, and not the
mysteries contracted to the narrowness of the mind." - Francis Bacon