Wednesday, August 10, 2005

Arrival at the Hermitage

Monika, I have just arrived and am overwhelmed by the wonderful welcome you have extended to all. There are so many mysterious places and people around the Hermitage.

As I came in, I wandered around through the Garden of Earthly Delights. Along the paths past the most delicious and sensuous flowers, I came to a beautiful indigo hibiscus. As I walked past, I thought I heard someone calling. Psst...psst. Glancing around, I couldn't see a soul. Then I heard it again. This time I realized that the voice was actually coming from the plant.

I moved closer to this beautiful dark green shrub, covered in indigo flowers. It whispered in my ear that it wanted tell me a little story.






"Tiny seeds fall into the earth and when the time is right, they germinate and grow in their own time. Some grow a little, some are undernourished, some scraggy and damaged by the elements.
Others, despite the conditions continue to grow and produce beautiful flowers.

Seeds of wisdom are planted in all, and are ready to germinate when they are able to understand and receive this wisdom. Can you imagine yourself wrapped in a beautiful indigo cloak, listening to the words of wisdom that are ready to spring from your heart?"

Amazed by this story, I wandered down to the sea walk, and finding a large rock, I spent some time pondering the words that I had heard.



6 Comments:

At 12:10 AM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...

Welcome Leonie, I see you have already learned many secrets, in that you have a connection with nature already, and are keen to hear the wisdom around you...wonderful indigo moods, a beautiful part of the Hermitage Garden of Earthly delights...welcome, welcome...Imogen Crest, Hermit.

 
At 4:44 AM, Blogger le Enchanteur said...

Seeds of wisdom are indeed planted in all. It is just a matter of nourishing and tending those seeds. I remember once giving a writing group small pots of earth that I had put seeds in. I told them that as they watered and watched the seeds blossom they needed to remember to water and nourish their writing. Same principles always apply.

 
At 4:00 PM, Blogger Karen said...

This is a wonderful metaphor, Leonie,and such beautiful images to go with it. I love the sound of the garden of earthly delights.

 
At 11:50 PM, Blogger Leonie Bryant said...

Monika, Le enchanteur and Karen,
Thankyou for your comments. My inner critic tells me I am 'so..o serious' that I often feel guilty after I write. I do love to have fun and love nothing better than a good laugh with my women friends. However, when I sit down to write I have to be true to what comes out. Many thanks for your affirming comments, they mean heaps to me.

 
At 5:54 AM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...

Trust in what you know to be true, the inner critic is just a spoilsport when all you want to do is have creative time and fun. The standout thing for me was the indigo colour and the way you brought it out to full bloom in the piece, no word of a lie, I liked it very much, Hermit.

 
At 8:04 PM, Blogger Maxine said...

"beautful indigo cloak" rings in my heart. Beautiful.

 

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