在花园里
在寂静中，我坐在花园里。
新翻的泥土静静地躺在那里。
我面向月亮，啜饮着一杯茶。
我的心中充满了宁静。
In the Garden
In the stillness, I sit in the garden.
The freshly turned earth rests quietly.
I face the moon, sipping a cup of tea.
My heart is filled with tranquility.
Reflection
I was gifted this beautiful journal, and it made my heart so happy. My dear friend Andrea Thorfinson surprised me with this gorgeous gift. My first poem in it is dedicated to her. Her strength and perseverance. Her loving and kind nature. Her gentleness and friendship. She is a calm and warm welcome to everyone she meets. This poem is a reflection of the calm her meditations bring me. Thank you so much, Andrea. I love it.
P.S. in the picture you can see Astrid’s little bite and scratch when she tried to run away with it.
Thank you for reading, I appreciate your time. Many Blessings!
Awww 🤍🥹🤍This is so beautiful, it made me smile and tear up at the same time. I love that the journal already has a story and a hint of Astrid's mischief woven into it. That journal already feels like it’s exactly where it belongs 🤍I'm so very grateful for your friendship.
“In the stillness, I sit in the garden.”
okay but this is the kind of stillness that isn’t trying to be impressive about it. it just sits there, minding its business, being quietly perfect. moon, tea, dirt, breath~ all lined up like they showed up on time without being told. it feels like borrowing someone else’s calm for a minute and realizing your shoulders have been up around your ears for hours.
and then the bite marks. (Kyahhh Astrid!) absolutely obsessed. because of course tranquility gets gently attacked by something small and feral and loved. that detail made the whole thing human in the best way~ like peace doesn’t mean sterile, it means alive and slightly chewed on.
this feels like a soft room you can step into when the noise gets loud. not preachy, not precious, just here. honestly? i want to sit there too and pretend the world can wait five minutes while the tea cools~