Children of the New Garden

You are the dirt, the soil, the earth

Your scent is of life itself, recognized by all who breathe you in.

You are the wind, caressing with the loving touch of the Beloved.

You lie in the grass and become one with the earth.  You have leaves in your hair and dirt under your fingernails.

You are a tree.  As you sit in the dirt, your legs become roots reaching down into the earth and your arms reach high in jubilation to the heavens.  Your branches are happy and heavy with fruit.

You are the fruit.  Your taste is sweet.  You offer yourself to anyone who wishes to taste you.  Each one of your fruity cells contains the wisdom of all eternity, there for all to reach.

You are the rain shower refreshing the earth.  You build and release to the beckoning call of life.   And sometimes you release at your whim because you delight in who you are and what you bring.

You are the children of the new garden.  You are whole, complete, made for the earth and of the earth.  You love, wonder, give, receive, fall, get up, fall and get up again, try, fail, succeed, learn, celebrate, cry and laugh all because you were created to do so, by a Beloved Spirit.

You are free to come and go from this garden.  Stay as long as you like or choose to journey beyond this garden, taking with you the love of all of us and the earth soul that lives inside of you.  Create this new garden wherever you go, for it is you and you are it.

Wanderings and Ponderings by Lisa Dunlap

Lisa Dunlap is a photographer and co-author of the book Sacred.  She can be reached at LisaDunlap@aol.com