A Matter of Life, or Death

I found a new space today. I’ve known about it for a few years – my husband discovered it on a map… A public garden near my home, hidden behind the GP centre. It’s beautiful – small, quiet and filled with flowers, large rocks and people who, like me, had come to find a quiet place in nature.

I sat on a bench with my sleeping daughter, my body absorbing the sun’s heat. I’d been thinking about self-love – most of the morning in fact. And I had this idea that nature had something to teach me.

At first, I forgot to listen. I looked, and I reflected, and my monkey mind chattered on about the flowers, the petals, life and death… And then, finally, I shut up – and listened instead. And then I started to really feel the garden and all its vibrancy. It just seemed to buzz and glow with energy and Life.

I was reminded of how powerfully thoughts get in the way – as if the garden was somehow symbolic of life itself and the fact that life’s not a picture to be looked at, but an experience to be lived.

And it can’t be perfect, because perfection requires standing still – there’s no space to move, to change, or grow. It’s the opposite of life.

And so if I’ve been waiting to be perfect before I love myself, I might as well be dead.

Or I can choose to live  – and love myself anyway.

I want to let nature teach me how.

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Sarah Nabarro View All →

New mum, old soul... Finding beauty, wisdom, spirituality, and opportunities for learning in the everyday (hopefully)...

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