Gardens like ours that are primarily flower gardens in the summer months are a bit drab and grey and empty during winter months. A covering of frost or snow is a rather hoped-for event – a bit of temporary, if monochrome, colour! And that’s why we want to wax lyrical about the earliest of the daffodils as I did yesterday – they’re signal that the full-colour days are on their way again.
But a quietly modest 15th/16th century Indian mystic, poet and weaver speaks to me today – in words I know to be authentic and true – of a garden “inside your body” …
Don’t go outside your house to see flowers.
My friend, don’t bother with that excursion.
Inside your body there are flowers.
One flower has a thousand petals.
That will do for a place to sit.
Sitting there you will have a glimpse of beauty
inside the body and out of it,
before gardens and after gardens.Kabir, 1440-1518
translated from the Hindi by Robert Bly
Soul Food
And I meditate.
wind in my wheels 🌱 
We’re in a monochromatic state here as well, Simon, and looking toward Spring with great anticipation. Good to be reminded that we need only look within for a bright spot.., ☺️ Wishing you sunshine always…
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Thank you so much! For you, too. This last seems to have been a long winter, though it has probably been no longer than usual really. The lovely benefit in having seasons is the annual renewal of our appreciation I think. We’re all looking forward, perhaps, to being able to be outdoors a bit more.
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