“Where you tend a rose, a thistle cannot grow.“
Frances Hodgson Burnett
Author of ‘The Secret Garden’
I was drawn to it like a moth to a flame. The promised secrets behind the closed gate and high walls, stirred something inside of me — a deep repressed desire that wished to be expressed.
The first thing to capture my eye, as we came round the bend in the road, was the beautiful, little wooden structure so lovingly maintained. Atop it was a big sign that drew my eyes up which gave me my first clue as to what was behind the closed gate and high walls.
The ornate, metal gate was painted green; the color of life, nature, and energy. The high walls, made of the same wood and rich color of the building, were topped with beautiful lattice work. The cross hatched lattice design was a tease to make you believe you could peek into what was hidden behind.
We passed by it many times until the calling from my soul was so strong that I insisted we stop. The CLOSED sign on the gate no longer deterred me. I knew I must peek through it and see what lay behind.
What was revealed was exactly what the sign, “SECRET GARDENS,” had promised.
A fertile environment, lush and alive with every sort of plant, flower, bush, and fern. Redwood trees throughout with a winding, gravel pathway that led to a wooden bridge. White iron love seats placed here and there, begging for you to sit and take in the secrets of the garden. A storybook tiny bride’s birdsnest cottage placed perfectly amongst the flowers.
A peek was not enough — I craved more.
I wondered if I could climb over the gate? Could I manage, with a boost, to make it over the high lattice on the fence? My desire was strong to enter and soak in the deliciousness of the gardens — I fell in love on first sight.
The sign told me to not enter without permission. “Sorry, We’re CLOSED. Please come again.”
But, when would I pass by this way again?
Our trip to Bodega Bay was a quick, unexpected one to celebrate our 36th wedding anniversary. Two days away that we force-fit into our business schedules. Neither of us had ever been there before and wondered how in all the years living in California had we missed such a peaceful oasis.
It made me wonder, as well, how easily we let magical, enchanted moments pass us by. As we put our heads down to work hard and bring in cash flow, so many things drift by barely noticed — we don’t even realize we missed them.
Until, that is, a magical moment stops us dead in our tracks — until a secret garden reminds us the moment is now!
No longer can we ignore the calling in our hearts. The promise of something greater than ourselves — a paradise that our souls know intimately and calls to us to enter.
This magic is a life force itself, here to remind us of the importance of positive energy and thinking which aids in our overall health. Not just physical health, but economic and spiritual as well.
The redeeming and healing power of it cannot be ignored. It infuses us with the stuff of life.
Magic, the thing present in all things — life force, all powerful, all knowing, and omnipresent. Where happiness begets happiness and reminds us that we often choose misery instead which begets only more of itself.
This awareness comes flooding in all at once in that magical, enchanted moment. Like the Secret Gardens, it cannot be ignored. It cannot be passed by in our busyness. It begs to be noticed, to be embraced — a place to linger.
A place that is available to us all — if we but stop long enough to recognize it.
I do have to admit that I almost missed it. I almost let the magical moment pass me by. Unlike my normal focused approach to life, this time I did stop.
I did not let the CLOSED sign deter me. I did not convince myself the gardens were off limits to me.
I imagined myself sitting on one of those little, white iron love seat benches, soaking in all the secrets of the gardens. In that imagining, I felt myself walking the gravel pathways, crossing the bridge, caressing the plants as I passed by them, all under the watchful eyes of the ancient, wise redwood trees.
I allowed the magic to enter my awareness and to fully appreciate the moment, the gift, and the happiness.
How about you? Where do your magical moments reside? Do you take the time, the moment, to embrace them?
Your physical, economic, and spiritual health and vitality will thank you when you do!