Last night I sat out in the garden reading in the late evening sun. Books capture me and I tend to forget all around me, creeping into the book, travelling the world with my heroes. Last night I travelled in Norway together with the Czech writer Carel Kapek. What a golden eye and a colden pen this man had! And what a talent to share his travels. My heart was, and is captured by his writing.
Then, totally obsessed by his writinging, I opened my eyes and realised that I sat right in the middle of sacred beauty - my own garden. What a blessing to have such a spot where I can relax, where I can work till all my muscles aches, where I can be alone, where I can spend time with my family or with friends. A place where I can play with colours, where bees and butterflies swarm and where the squirrels now almost eat from Marta's hand. A place where I can travel the world with books and my writing, or where I can forget time and just enjoy smell and beauty. Praise to the Almighty Creator who made this sacred piece of earth mine.
Can you see the heart of the flower, do you take time to enjoy it's pure beauty?
