Botanical Mistress

β€œThink of all the beauty still left around you and be happy.”― Anne Frank

Dreaming out loud: A personal garden full of Japanese Wisteria would bring me peace & beauty.

Sometime last year, around October/November I visited the Brooklyn Botanical Garden. If I am not mistaken it was the day I left a long-term freelance gig. It was time. The garden at that time was dank, dark and dismal. Yet there was still a beauty and freshness that allowed me to feel like I was at the right place, at the right time. It's interesting where I was then, just a few short months ago and where I am now. For lack of time or actual interest in diving thaaat deep, at the moment lets just say I am much better/happier/fearless today than I was then. Praise God!

A lot has happened over the last few months. I'm completing a webseries. I performed in a one-act play back in April, and received glowing reviews...from all 5 audience members. lol Β And my first feature film is/was making film festival rounds. I also was apart of a music video; oh and I got a job as a restaurant hostess (so cliche) that works for me, for now.

Yada, yada, yada. Back to the garden...

Visiting the garden at a time when the flowers are in bloom was such a treat. I kicked back, laid on the grass under the cherry blossom trees and read this months OWN magazine. Ironically, I've been feeling like Im in bloom. Months of what felt like hibernation -- when I altered my perspective, I discovered were really months of preparation. At the top of the year as I seized moment after moment aka opportunities God handed me, the discernment of my [life's] situations began to change and get clearer. I was finding opportunity in opposition.

If you can't tell by now, I fully immersed myself in the glamour of the Lord whilst parlaying in the garden today.

Afterwards I stopped by La Paris DakarΒ Β for a crepe and coffee before heading home. I had such a pleasant day. There's something that happens to me when I connect with nature.

It's just something spiritual about walking through a garden, sans ipod. Hearing/feeling/sensing a beauty thatΒ isn't confused, or fearful. A beauty that runs deep with a knowingness of what to do and when to do it. Intuition at its absolute finest.

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