I look forward to my weekly meditation classes, being guided to visit tranquil gardens; climbing to a mountain top; visualising a dragonfly hovering over a stream; flying with an eagle. I feel euphoric after the class and yet calm at the same time.
I wouldn’t suggest that I am looking to be like Buddha and seek enlightenment but at the same time an image that presented at the top of my mountain has left me with questions. A custard tart awaited me! Really….a custard tart!!!! No spirit guide, no pivotal conclusions, just a custard tart! I am not even that fond of custard tarts. My guide must be laughing at me, playing a joke. Perhaps I take things too seriously. Perhaps it’s a message to enjoy the small things in life, though, I think I do that quite well! What is the universe trying to tell me……………
Its spring time now. A time when I feel the most alive. The weather is perfect and I enjoy the kiss of the sun on my skin. The only thing missing is the scent of jasmine in the air. It’s the growing season and the garden looks great. A recent attempt, however, to grow lavender was an epic fail. Once in a while I still water it, hoping for a miracle.
I love plants and gardening and can’t understand the betrayal I feel towards this little plant, having gone to the effort to buy it a lovely pot from which to shine. I have bought lemon grass to replace it. It sits in a neighbouring pot waiting for me to pull the final pin and remove the dead lavender. I keep telling it ‘one more week and you’re gone’ to try and motivate it. If this weeks’ mediation takes me to a field of lavender, then I’ll be in trouble. Oh, and if anyone knows what a custard tart means, or the number 42, please enlighten me.