My wonderful Dad is far far away and standing in the garden I miss him every minute of the day. For the first time in my life I can’t travel and the doors of any plane are not opening anytime soon.
But once again I have to turn the feeling of frustration to how can this serve me right now? The time I have been given not travelling has in many ways been a gift. It has given me time retreat, and to finish the final edits on the book that also started as a seed and is now blooming.
Yes it was time, well and truly time to put some roots into the ground and to build this garden which has now brought me so much pleasure and connects me to my dad every day, Dad is here with me every day in my garden. I can feel him as I pick the vegetables and herbs from my garden. Every single thing that is in nature like the parts of our body. They all have a reason, a purpose for being. It’s a perfect symphony
Treasure your roots as they are your foundations and where you source your greatest strengths.
