The Inner Garden
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SOLD š“ With a slight turn of her head, she turned inward. She closed her eyes. Not to shut the world out, but insteadāto go inwardāto her inner world. It was there she found the garden.š¼šøš¹Some flowers were blossoming, and some flowers were dying. Some areas were so full of life, while others had been grossly neglected and needed to be rescued quickly. There were patches of lush growth equal to patches of forgotten barrenness. An entire world of cycles,ā¦of lifeā¦of deathā¦and all the mystical stages in between.š She suddenly realized this wasnāt just any gardenā¦it was HER gardenā¦of her own creationā¦and it was her job to tend to it. To nourish itā¦to cultivate itā¦to let the sun shine down on itā¦and allow the rain to bring in cosmic life-force-energy to it.šTo stand in the center of the garden, arms out stretched, and allow the trees to get to know who she really is.š³She looked down at her hands, and in a flashā”ļøsaw so much power in her own two palmsā¦āHas this been there all along? Why did I not see this before?ā š¤āAnd she knew. She couldnāt see her own power while she was waiting on someone elseās.āØTo heal this garden was no one elseās task but her ownā¦for you see, no one else was allowed in her gardenā¦everā¦so how could anyone ever help her tend to it? They couldnātā¦it was impossible. The power was all hersā¦it was right there in her graspā¦a few tears rolled down her cheeksā¦and looking upward with a deep sigh she saw so ever clearly...that it always. had. been. š« āThe Inner Gardenā // 16x20ā acrylic & oil on canvas š
