Wednesday, 9 May 2012
Where does it lead . . . the garden path . . .
Where does it lead . . . the garden path???
Down through the woods to the lily pond . . . where blackbirds bathe and frogs croak . . . and rustling in the leaves along the edges, pricks the corners of your mind, and makes you think of thick leafed woodlands, and fairy circles and little green men . . .
Or to a rustic seat where old trees lean down to make a bower overhead of gold and green . . . and squirrels dance across the tree tops . . . rabbits snuggle in their holes and foxes in their dens . . . fallen acorns from the autumn long dead and gone, still crunch beneath the feet, and here and there the blackberry blooms . . . the promise of the autumn to come . . .
Does the garden path lead to the wicket gate in an Orchard wall . . . a sea of blossom and smell . . . bees buzzing . . . birds singing, an orchestration of springtime melody . . . they play just for you . . . and for me. Is it so . . . is it so . . .
No, no . . . the garden path does not lead to any of those . . . but into a world set far apart from every day . . . woes and cares and troubles . . . noise and angst . . . a world free from all of these . . . and filled with the dreams in the garden of your heart. Just sit quietly and you shall see . . . close your eyes . . . let them in . . . the blackbirds, and frogs . . . fairy circles and little green men . . . dancing squirrels . . . and orchard blossom . . . it all waits for you and for me, in the corners of our minds and in the echoes of our hearts.
It sounded like summer last night after supper . . . the sun was shining and the back door was open and I could hear the hum of lawnmowers and smell grass being cut. Oh, I know it's early days yet . . . the sun doesn't yet have the warmth and power of the summer behind it, but I can definitely feel it in the air. Mitzie can too as she has taken to laying out on the patio in the back during the day, just drinking it all in.
I had a bit of a blip as I was loading the dishwasher last night. Todd and I were working together and we were talking about family and such . . . and the tears came as they are wont to do . . . I guess it will ever be so. I think any mother would ever grieve in her heart the ache of the loss of a child, no matter how the loss came about. Most of the time I do very well and am able to push those feelings back into a dark corner, but every once in a while they pop out and hammer me, and I have a little cry.
It's a little bit like having been tried for a crime that you have no idea you comitted . . . and found guilty without ever having had a chance to defend yourself against the charges laid. In fact . . . you don't even really know the charges which have been laid . . . only that for some reason, in some way . . . you've been found guilty. Anyhoo . . . this thought helps me to get over it and gives me the power to tuck it away again . . . in that dark corner where it belongs.
"I have a simple faith. I believe that as you are faithful and diligent in keeping the commantments of God, as you draw closer to Him in faith, hope, and charity, things will work together for your good. I believe that as you immerse yourself in the work of our Father . . . as you create beauty and and as you are compassionate to others . . . God will encircle you in the arms of His love. Discouragement, inadequacy, and weariness will give way to a life of meaning, grace, and fulfillment. As a spirit daughter of our Heavenly Father, happiness is your heritage."
~ President Deiter F Uchtdorf
Baking in The English Kitchen today . . . Chocolate Bounty Cake. I know, Todd hates it . . . his loss will be someone else's gain! (And hopefully not mine, lol.)