You know – that shiny yellow stuff in which so much value is invested?
I have dug over my whole courtyard and never once found a trace of the precious metal. But a seam of gold runs through my garden nevertheless.
If we consider gold as a metaphor for something elemental, pure, highly valued, worth having, then my experience as a gardener definitely qualifies.
You may have travelled with me on my gardening journey since I began this blog. Reading stories of my tiny courtyard, you’d have witnessed the challenges, disappointments, the unexpected therapy, the epiphanies had; and the lessons I’ve learned as a result. Neither could you have missed the absolute joy and beauty I’ve found there.
As important to me, is evidence that you heard me. You read between the lines, really understood what I was trying to say. You’ve felt my anguish, supported and encouraged me. You related to the challenges I faced and you said so. Even more, you shared personal stories, feelings, and concerns with me.
So aside from all the above-mentioned treasures my garden has unearthed, this last nugget is pure gold. Better still I didn’t have to dig for it. I just bared my soul and it came to me.
So now I’m re-committing to paying back. Something precious is made even more so when it’s shared.
For all those people out there in the blog-o-sphere who are making the courageous leap to reach out, to bare their souls, I implore you to be generous with your feedback. I know time constrains us all and it’s not possible to comment on everyone’s post. But visit and comment when you can. Especially to the newbies. I know the worth of this feedback and it’s greater than gold.
All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost.