PLANTING GARDENS IN GRAVES
To many of us when life seems to tumble down a downward spiral; it could seem a tiring climb towards the light. Far and distant…every step could be painful and we may drop down into the abyss again after a long uphill trail. Our sorrows and grief may hold us back from opening to love and trust yet again. Feeling half dead…we may loose trail of the gratitude of being alive and breathing. The compromises we made to fit in…seemed to have robbed us of our unique essence and we feel half dead.
At such times, one has to hold on to the little blessings of this life which we seem to have taken for granted and know that the wound is where the light gets in. Counting on grace and seeing our tiny little joys still alive and kicking, we must till the soil of our heart to plant seeds of love and gratitude and joy…once again.
Gardens do grow in Graves..the Graves of our yesterdays.. the gardens of our blessed Todays…
Pencil sketch credit : Dhwani Khurana ( my daughter)