Looking into the street, below. Without my garden 5-6 homes would be visible, 2 streets + stop sign.
Looking into the path, above, from the street, below.
Yesterday, someone said about my garden , "You cannot walk in it."
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Perhaps this day you aren't meant to walk in my garden. Its narrative stepping from metaphor caressing the spirit.
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Going within, and to my garden, to do Jung's universal, "Our lives are about getting our outside to match our inside."
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How can you not see, my garden lets me fly to realms not meant to be walked.
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Garden & Be Well, XO Tara
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Pics shot in my garden yesterday.