These lines may be quite different from what you usually find here.
And yet, they come from the same place: my garden.
Sometimes, not only plants grow there –
but thoughts, impulses, small moments of healing.
Because sometimes, healing doesn’t begin in the soil –
but within us.
Amid raised beds, tomato vines and summer light, something appeared:
A feeling.
A word.
A shift.
I’ve been gardening to feel alive again.
To breathe.
To come back home – to myself.
And there, in the scent of the earth and the quiet light of the moon,
new words started to bloom.
Words that held me.
Softly. Truthfully. From the ground up.
They didn’t arrive with a grand plan.
They came like an evening breeze – quiet, yet unmistakable.
Now, I’d like to share them with you.
Not loud. Not instructive.
But like a warm blanket when the night turns cool.
If you find yourself at a turning point –
or simply need a few words to remind you that
you are not alone –
then you're right where you’re meant to be.
🕊️ Welcome to Whispers from the Garden –
a place for healing, beginnings, and quiet strength.
Rooted in the earth.
Meant for you.
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