The Garden Gods
Monday, April 28th, 2008- (by Martha)
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Charlie rescued these from an old house that was being emptied way back when I first knew him. Wherever we’ve lived, they’ve always gotten the place of honor in our gardens. Whenever the garden gods get planted and flowered, that place feels like home.
I love their peaceful faces and the way they seem to relate to each other. They are separate, but they are so obviously interconnected. Just the way I want to be with the people I care about.
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i love this! henri moore ish, reminds me of my grandmother’s garden in canada. are you publishing your book? i would love to read it… sounds very interesting.
That’s my idea of the best type of relationship…separate but inter- connected. My traveling partner, Douglas, and I had that and I miss it very much. He died two years ago and I rue the fact that I didn’t treasure it more when we had it.
i love those. place of honour they deserve, they are NICE!!!! i’ve got an owl in my garden in honour of a real owl that lived in our front tree for a while.
Those are neat. I have a St. Francis statue in the garden. And I believe that he has watched over the animals for years. I’m glad that you can be separate but interconnected. I’m working at that and doing better and better.
I really like those. My husband and I have been separate for years because of my drinking and were interconnected in a very superficial way. Now our separateness is becoming more interconnected in a more meaningful way if that makes sense. I need to find some of these garden gods because my garden is very much like the secret garden and I have surrendered it to the wild.
Thats a lovely story, hey Martha I think my family is unique, I cant imagine anyone having to put up with someone like my brother, day in day out for the last 12 years he has done NOTHING, no hobbies, no job, no talking yes nothing, even the most boring people I have met have a passion for something.
It is beyond belief and no amount of 12 stepping will ever change it, as far as im concerned I just pretend hes not there, how can someone sit on the sofa and watch his elderly parents stuggle to paint a ceiling without helping?