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.