August 2025
As the cycles change and the Summer’s warm embrace gives way to Autumn’s Awakening, what Stories does your Garden beckon you to tell? As the hem of Daylight’s bright skirts diminish and recede, what Tales…
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As the cycles change and the Summer’s warm embrace gives way to Autumn’s Awakening, what Stories does your Garden beckon you to tell? As the hem of Daylight’s bright skirts diminish and recede, what Tales…
Stifled humid nights… where the promise of a breeze or a distant thunderstorm to cool the parched earth brings pleasant dreams. Bright summer days… where the sunlight’s path wanes ever so slowly…giving one last sweltering…
Summer nights… the fireflies beckon. The moon croons her evensong, and our Gardens gently slumber. What Dreams will they birth? What glorious new horizons shall they celebrate as they herald the coming dawn? …
As we race towards the light, as we stretch towards the sun, what whimsical words does your Garden inspire you to write? As the lands grow warmer, and summer begins to draw nigh, how do…
After the season of rains comes the sun. See its shards of light penetrating the damp earth below. Feel the embrace of its outstretched fingers, …the many tendrils of warmth. Smell the swift passing…
Spring brings new changes. Awaken Garden Awaken. Reach little sprouts for the open skies, Stretch towards the Light you feel so nigh. Ride the back of the wind, carried away, For spring brings new changes…
Within the deep, dark, heart of Winter’s coldness, we find within our Gardens, that place of special refuge…a place of Stillness. It is a special place…a place where none can come uninvited…a place which knows…
And as the Season of Sleep draws closer, we give thanks for all that our Garden has provided. We remember the nourishing waters of the springtime melts. We remember the buoyant storms of summer thunderclouds…the…
When the veil between the worlds grows thin, and otherworldly creatures call, When silence stalks you from beyond and hastens night to fall, You hear the voices beckoning, they sound so light and clear, Their…
What happens when you start a new Garden? What happens when you allow the Dreams of Old to fall away, and allow the morning sunlight to unfurl and lead the way to a new Path?…