Walk No.1
New beginnings
On a wall in a house is a collection of paper. Scraps of words that create a collage of thoughts. Ephemera. A remembrance of a time. It is a magpie’s nest of layer upon layer of paper, creating a unique texture of black and white. This patchwork scribble of writing, teases at something, undefined and unformed. Something that wishes to grow. If you breathe life into it, a narrative could unfold. With a curious mind you could take the words, stretch them out to form sentence, add photos to tell a story of a garden and a friendship.
When did this story start? When did it begin? Is it a remembered moment told or recounted? It’s hard to know. Time makes it all foggy. When the mind jogs back there are just echoes and shadows of memories and feelings. Visual pictures of shared spaces which could be forced into some narrative of beginning. Reflecting on the past reveals there is no defined line that says, ‘start here’.
Sometimes the smallest things matter the most with the littlest of details warming the heart. It can be a simple word spoke in a true voice, listened to with an honest ear. This story began on an unknown day with maybe a smile or even an eye roll. It would have been a little thing that appeared on the horizon. A light in a place that was surrounded by grey. A light that drew you in.
For this is how this friendship began. A smudge of this and that slowly defining itself. It is a continuing conversation and tells story of a time meandering together where we discovered the joy of adult friendship. Cherished, perhaps more so, because one has not known the other over a lifetime, rather each have presented fully seasoned.
A hand moves across the wall. Pausing at the various words, thinking, wondering where to start. Which word will be the first word peeled off this wall to start this story? Which word will release this song that wants to be sung? The hand, it lands on the paper that reads Autumn. Torn and smudged it is pulled off the wall to hold as the starting point.
Autumn, the season when new things begin.
I hope you enjoyed reading this first walk in a garden. This post is free to read, a taster to invite you to walk along with me. If you wish to join me on this year long walk then sign up below.
What others have said about this project:
“Mel weaves a beautiful narrative about friendship, seasons and the beauty of flowers into a gentle meditation. She softly pulls on these threads and reflects on the importance of pausing in the busyness. It feels like a warm cup of tea in cold hands nurturing your soul and filling your heart with the wonder of small things. I was left waiting the story to continue and feeling like I enjoyed a catch-up with a good friend.”
“Very evocative and beautiful”
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