Beauty is in the eye of the beholder – Into the Garden

Sometimes I am not sure what I am painting. Sometimes it is down right ugly. Sometimes I know that if I never finish the painting we owe each other nothing.

By Heather Mitchell Gailey
By Heather Mitchell Gailey

Then I take a break and come back to it. I give it another chance. The painting…and…SHE… gives ME…another chance. Another chance to give her a life, and to make a difference. Sometimes it works and sometimes, it still doesn’t.

By Heather Mitchell Gailey
By Heather Mitchell Gailey

Another day passes and she reveals herself to me. She is the face of my garden. She is the soul of a colourful sunny day. She is the moment where flowers kiss the earth. She is my soul. She and I merge. She is complete.

By Heather Mitchell Gailey
By Heather Mitchell Gailey

I came to your garden – saw you there, saw you there

I hovered up above – in the air, in the air

Moved your hand with intention – as you dug, as you dug

I longed to touch it again – feel the mud, feel the mud

I am proud of your garden – my love, my love

I will smile down on it like the sun – from above, from above

Thank you Mom.

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