I sincerely bet, everyone had a secret garden in childhood. Of course I did.
Don’t you see all children have an adventurous kind of spirit in their blood that constantly beckons them to take daring journeys into secret places. I, too, had that kind of spirit.
As a kid, no less than once, I wished to “escape” from home, to be independent, to pitch a tent in my own secret garden. It was a bush near my home, someone’s home that had been abandoned, where I happily believed no one would ever find me there, or it was simply a blanket tent in my bed. The secret garden is where, we, the kids were the King, the Queen and the Lords of our own Kingdom.
What is your secret garden?
It’s a moment to watch the loving drooling of your sleepy kid after a hard playing day or just to look at your parent’s peaceful rest after a rough coughing night?
It’s a quiet street corner where you take a glass of ice coffee, or sometimes a spot at the middle of a busy market, to stop and watch people rushing by?
It could be simply playing with a dead-snail shell hanging on your window that you haven’t noticed for months?
It’s when you are finally under a shade of a tree on a burning hot summer noon? or it’s just a random, meaningless text to a faraway friend.
However busy your life is, find a time for your secret garden, pitch your little tent, sit down and talk to your garden, talk yourself into it.
That’s where you connect to your God, for whoever She might be, and find peace.
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