Welcome to the garden, where we are the flowers!

 

In druidic shamanism, nature is our greatest source of wisdom, guiding and nurturing us.

 

My life began as a seed planted in barren soil where hardly anything grew.

In my mind, it was dark and cold.

I couldn't see anything but the ground closing in on me.

I thought that was all there was.

The truth is, I was never meant to stay in that dark place.

The darkness was just my container for growth.

I just needed some good TLC and time.

Growing something in a garden doesn't happen overnight, right?

I decided to get my hands dirty.

I dug around in the dirt to find my roots.

I cut away the sick parts that were absorbing too much energy for the healthy parts of me to expand.

My tears flowed like a cleansing water over the dirt covering my life.

I patiently waited for something to change.

One day, I broke through the barrier of earth into the warm sunshine, but I wasn't done yet.

I continued to pour into myself as I climbed towards the sky.

Before I knew it, a bud formed, just waiting to reveal to the world the beauty hidden inside.

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With this project, that bud is starting to bloom.

 

Gardening my life has been messy, hard labor both physically and mentally—emphasis on the mental part.

It has been the most rewarding thing I have ever done for myself, though.

Seeing my blood, sweat, and tears now bearing fruits of abundance has restored my hope and faith in my ability to live the life of my wildest dreams.

I have learned I can create anything I put my mind to with time and effort.

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Like an abandoned house reclaimed by nature, I am growing through the cracks.

 

It all began with someone showing me the power of plants.

I kept going because others gave me new seeds and tools the more I shared my new hobby.

They told me they were into gardening, too.

They encouraged me that good things take time.

 

 I want my life to be a community garden.

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Where bees and butterflies thrive.

Where everyone feels welcome to visit and share their gardening tips.

Where we share in our abundant harvest, and no one has to go hungry ever again.

 

I want to know where you were planted.

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How did you tend to your roots and enrich your soil?

How do you mitigate pests?

How are you growing?

What is blossoming?

What have you learned?

 

Beautiful things start out in darkness, covered in dirt.

We can dig through the dirt and plant seeds together!

Let's restore the Garden of Eden.

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BeeConnected@

electrichoneypotproject.com

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At the very beginning of my hardest work in the garden, Spirit gifted me a poem one night as I was meditating to fall asleep.

The name is a reference to a moment at a music festival shortly after my first Mother's Day without my mom when I was becoming aware of my spiritual connection and gifts.

This will be one of the many stories of magic on earth you will be able to read within my book one day.

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I hope you enjoy it.

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"Space Pegasus"​

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Her mind is a garden

by her own design.

Roses, jasmine, lavender—even dandelion.

She is a unicorn—beautiful and rare.

Often misunderstood.

Still,

people love to stare.

She unfolds her wings;

it's her time to fly.

Held back by nothing—or no one.

She looks to the sky.

Life is a blessing—free and sublime.

She's a master of magic,

bender of space time.