The Open Gate

In a child’s garden
I saw this gate, standing open.
And I thought of children running and laughing, peering through this gate to the little area inside, where a bench waits for them to sit, where they can watch
the garden grow.  

Children aren’t apt to sit and watch plants grow, not like I find myself doing now.  And children might race toward any opportunity to try something new, to explore the big wide world.  Not like I sometimes am… hesitant, 
wondering if I can trust what I see, trust the nudges from my heart.

Deep inside me is that little girl who wants to swing on that gate, who wants to run with abandon toward all that is new in life. She wants to be brave, to trust, to explore, to be open, to be present. 

Perhaps she is already there, on the garden bench, waiting to be gathered up and loved. 

5 Replies to “The Open Gate”

  1. Deb – what a wonderful post. You have such a way with words and expressing your deepest thoughts – I always come here knowing that I will be touched by your images and your inner explorations. I love seeing the little girl that is inside you, sitting there waiting for your arrival, ready to play and laugh. Enjoy your time together.

  2. Amen to Brenda's comments. You really have a gift for expression in words as well as images, Deb. Sounds like you are ready to play.

  3. Deborah, I don't think I was ever that daring, carefree, wide-open sort of child. I'm hoping to become that kind of old lady, though! I figure it's never too late.

  4. What a beautiful post, Deb, so heartfelt. I can see that little girl, it even is kind of familiar, but from a long time ago. Yes, I'd love to swing on that garden gate as well.

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