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Is there a place you’re drawn to in order to get right with yourself? A place where, without even thinking on it, you know beyond doubt your gut and heart will align to provide you with the breathing space you need? Maybe it’s a refuge that involves mountains or water. Perhaps it’s a room with the door closed to interruption, leaving you open to the insights born of silence. Or simply a bathtub and half an hour of shelter for your mind, body and spirit. For me, one of those places is my friend Heather’s garden.

Yesterday, after an intense few days at work, I spontaneously picked up my camera and knew that there was no place else I’d rather visit. Fortunately she was home, and luckily she didn’t mind me parachuting in unannounced in the late afternoon. Now that’s a friend (and gardening comrade)! I just wanted to be there. To be surrounded by tender seedlings and the comfort and strength of old growth. To be uplifted by the artwork she creates and tucks into the garden so seamlessly. Her vision changes each year, and come August, there’s a riotous display of flowers and vegies in full bloom. But for now, there’s a garden whose secrets are unfolding, and whose gardener welcomes me with open arms.

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