Take me to a place to conjure dreams, a nature b&b, of sorts. A cozy little lovable nook, with a stack of old tattered books. A place that for me, can only be, under a billowing and wise mesquite tree...
It took me 2 days longer to arrive at that place. A place I so longed to lose myself in. After power outages, and storms, and an unforeseen schedule, I realized that the hurdles to get there, made the being there, even more special...
I see a simple world through a broken mirror, glimmering like a puzzle, waiting for someone to capture its enchantment...
An old abandoned candle, a dry rose. What would it take, to aid in your escape?
I think it is so important to let things go. To take a moment and decide not worry yourself to pieces, not care about anything trivial. But to live.
If we stop to think about it, what is living?
I think living is finding some form of peace. Of appreciating the small things, which actually, end up being the big things in the end...
Perhaps carve out a little space (that you can easily roll up if it rains), hang tablecloths (as walls) all around you, and create your own little world where you can let your mind rest and breathe.
That's the gypsy garden for me. And, that is where I planned to be, lollygagging in my garden bath, peeling peaches for baking. Looking up through the trees...
Collecting tiny flowers and pressing them into old book pages, to dry in a perfect stillness of time.
Lighting candles, admiring lace & reading about lace makers from times forgotten (I have a huge lace obsession these days, I want it all around me), enjoying all the roses collected in spring (saved in glass jars), and refueling, refueling, refueling...
Beautiful scents flutter through the air...
Roses, lavender cuttings, lemon and orange candles - and the delicious scent of rain on the horizon...
And then, just as I get cozy, breathing and still, the perfect visitor joins me, and begins to snoop around.
Mister Matty.
Interested in flowers and candles and books too, funny enough. (Although he likes the books for sniffing and not for reading, of course).
His sister who I miss desperately, taught me so many things. One being, not to care about dirt and fur. I was an obsessive person, no dirt or fur around me, thought I. Now, I don't care. I think of what I would give, to see Baby again. She could have my bed. She could have my fancy towels and sheets. She could have it all. I have learned what that kind of love is, and so, I share it all with little brother.
All of it.
I don't care.
Love teaches.
Love wins.
I watch him sniffing around. I look in dismay at my feet that have been tanned 55 times over with 6 different pairs of flip flops, looking ever so odd :)
I feel my heart full to exploding, when I look at Matty's face. He has given love in a way that has taught me, not to dare take one moment with him for granted. For his cuddling love came slow, months and months of peeking out, little by little. And now, I savor each moment, because the love he shares is incredible and bountiful, and most of all, it is true.
True Love.
Trust.
He shows me that he trusts me, something that he was not going to do easily. I admire his little self for having boundaries, and knowing when to open his arms...
He melts my heart....
Together, we watch a storm roll in, and all our table cloth curtains billow exquisitely from the ropes they are tied to in the trees...
And then, the most curious rainbow flicker appears in the distance, and lasts all of 20 seconds. Long enough for me to be in awe, of the gloriousness of this earth...
And so, that's what I have been up to (amongst other fun things). Only there is a second part to my tale, which I shall share next time, because it took me two days to get to my gypsy garden dreams, and two days to enjoy them (one afternoon and one morning). Goes to show that, planning things is for the birds ;)
The treasures are all around us, aren't they, if we take the time to see?
Down the little garden path, purple flowers lead the way to and fro...
With, canary yellow polka dots...
And hundreds of bees aglow...
Down the path, the purple flowers await your visit, guiding the way to your own gyspy dreams. Will you take a second to admire them, the ones in your world I mean? Perhaps you already do? Or perhaps you walk on past the tiny flowers growing through the cracks in the pavement? Too much on your mind, plaguing you?
I used to be that girl. No time, no time, no time to breathe.
And now, in abundance, I do.
In and out.
Slowly.
Some days, I would rather hide inside, from heat and mosquitoes aplenty. I'll tell you a secret, making my wee dreams come true, like building a gypsy garden, is real hard work. I mean, real hard work. Dragging things out there, hanging fabric from the trees, all my antics, all the decorating, all the outdoor stuff, I do on my own - even the mad tea parties and such are a solo job ( I have no hidden helpers, not even Mister. But he would help if I asked).
The thing is, what you get at the end of all of that hard work, is so precious, it is worth every bit of hard work (to me at least). The outcome is a bit of magic.
My Mom always would say, don't be lazy, set the table beautifully for one (I have told you this before), or do something superb, like bake or throw yourself a party. All those things take hard work and a hearty dose of self motivation, it's true. It's easier to lay around, especially when you are exhausted from work or life in general...
But what you get, from pushing yourself to do it, is golden...
It is.
But, I got off the subject, you see ;)
I'll tell you one other thing. If you ever break a mirror, just remember, it doesn't mean 7 years of bad luck. It means that you have just opened a kaleidoscope of portals to many more places untold, through the looking glass.
Portals to the gypsy garden, and more...
And with that, I quit my rambling for the day. Thank you for your super fun playing at guessing last time. I had a blast reading your words. You are just incredible!!! So many of you were close, and others gave me many ideas for what I should do on my next brain break.
So, because I could not quite figure out what to do about my giveaway, I used a random number generator. And let it magically choose Krista Komis! (I almost fainted when it chose her, as it has been many years of entering giveaways for super wonderful Miss Krista ~ and her lovely self was bound to win someday, hip hip hoooray!) A little bag of loot, from me to you, is on its way! (send me your snail mail addy, please)
♥,V
ps: Many thanks to kind and lovely
Amy, for a touching and beautiful post. Oh my heart...
pss: 3 random things - about movies- (rented by mail from either Netflix or Blockbuster)
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