The wind

I love those occasions when I’m in the garden working on the flowerbeds and behind me come this strange and mysterious, and awesome sound… like a rushing river approaching my sacred space. Dominated by this resonance; this kind of a hum, or a swish of watertight, I turn around hoping with all my heart to discover what causes such magical songs in the privet… what kind of a phenomenon provokes this miracle? 

Then... there it is.  It is the wind. A rush of wind in the privet.  And when you look up all you see are those majestic treetops swaying side by side making music with the wind; intertwining branches and foliage and leafy heads under swiftly clouds… and whose mighty hands are those which seize them… and who is the One making them quiver as to create such magical rhythms?  It is almost as if the very Spirit of God moves over the privet, filling our space with peace and majesty.   

How magical, and astounding the sound of the wind in the Privet is to me.

There’s always something pretty blooming out there. I like to tease this bramble of nature that’s by the edge of my garden by just going as far as its boundaries goes and steal some of its blossoms from time to time. But I must be very careful. A whole new world rests there, in that strange wood, and it dwell there, too, myriads of creatures unknown. Nature is so wild and strange and dangerously unpredictable here and I have so much to learn about it, it is overwhelming at times. 

I decided that every dreamer should have a magical tree growing in her garden. We have some gigantic, gorgeous trees growing in our property, but they rest out in the woods where I don’t dare go. So I had to find the best one out of all the flimsy ones growing along the creek and decided that this was it… 

So here it is....

My magical tree!

and how I see it in my mind of dreams...

Truly magical! ;)

May the light of day awaken in you.

Love

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