The garden at the back of my parents’ house was my favorite refuge as a child. There was a small lawn there on which my mother spread white sheets to lighten in the sun. I lay on the soft grass, oblivious to time, watching the clouds float across the vast blue sky as they took on the innocent shapes of my imagination.
There was peace there and I felt free to explore every corner, examine the small insects, watch the birds and smell the flowers and leaves. Every afternoon, the garden awaited me with new and surprising adventures.
Now, this magic of the garden is rekindled in me whenever I allow myself to wander leisurely into Nature. My heart beats faster in delicious anticipation. I feel surrounded by a loving atmosphere where everything is true. I am welcomed unconditionally in the exuberance of a maternal reflection of who I am. Without hesitation, nature exposes my fears and my human limitations in real time. There are no secrets that she does not reveal with care, integrity and infinite compassion. Everything I need to know is placed before me, like a banquet to be savored and recognized. The diversity and intensity of aromas and flavors reflect the drama of the human condition in me.
A conductor, she leads admirable compositions and orchestrations to perfection. Like a kaleidoscope, each step on a trail, each movement of my body seems to trigger new configurations, new emotional nuances that enliven my senses, my sensitivity and my intuition. I remain alert, all the pores on my body seem to open, I feel alive!
I breathe deeply the freshness of trust and surrender to its embrace, to the purity of truth. Delicately, in a subtle mirroring of this surrender, it seems to blow away the still remaining white fog to infinity and my eyes shine with enchantment at the naked beauty, as they glimpse the splendor of the Soul itself.
Before her, I clearly perceive everything I am in this unveiling of my intimacy, in the silence of my contemplation. In her lap, I find myself an artist of the beautiful landscape of her kingdom, where, nurturing queen, she provides unconditional love in a fabulous co-creation. Nestled in her warm womb, the awareness of our communion, that we are One, is born in me. In the immanence of my human journey, I refind in Nature the reminiscences of the garden of my childhood transfigured in this splendid garden of manifestations, and I rediscover within myself the iridescent heart of the child playing in the never-lost eden of her self-creation.
August, 2023.
Maris. 