Sunday, October 09, 2011

Secret garden

Dalecross. Morning pages at the bottom of the garden. Another garden. Another space of peace, restoration, bird song, and a cape robin's wings beating--in--slow--motion in the undergrowth.
It was a tough week.
4am Saturday morning was a turning point; I cannot befriend both Him and the world. I know where my peace, productivity and sanity lies.
I know that my choice was again the correct one; in the early hours of this morning I dreamt of the snake in my life, and how I killed it. With both hands.
It's a magnificent Sunday morning. Coffee anyone? (Just one condition. Get me at the bottom of my secret garden...)


Nick said...

Geniet die Sondag :)

David Allen Waters said... I'm there :)

Beautiful Mind said...

I wish... I must say that David I'd be most intrigued to visit your wonderful part of the world one day. And coffee with you... :-)

Nick I hope that you had a great weekend! Thanks for commenting.

Rose said...

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