“And the secret garden bloomed and bloomed and every morning
revealed new miracles.”
― Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden
Welcome to my garden!
I invite you into my garden, my own “secret garden,” a place where I am composing my life, using my journal as my primary tool. I am planting the seeds and watching them grow. Please feel free to peruse my writings, post a comment, and try your hand at writing through my writing community, Women Writing for (a) Change, Jacksonville, www.womenwritingjacksonville.com.
Discover the writer within you…as I am learning to do.
“I am writing in the garden. To write as one should of a garden
one must write not outside it or merely somewhere near it, but in the garden.”
― Frances Hodgson Burnett
About me
I’ve been a writer, trainer, and small business owner who’s been facilitating change for corporate clients for the past 20 years. I’ve also been journaling since I was 10 years old.
As a certified instructor for Women Writing for (a) Change and The Center for Journal Therapy, I am pleased to share my own transformational experiences with others who want to use writing as a tool for their own personal growth, creative expression, and self-directed change.
“Although attempting to bring about world peace through the internal
transformation of individuals is difficult, it is the only way.”— The Dalai Lama
Why the garden?
The garden has been a powerful metaphor for me all my life. Growing up on a farm, we each were given the opportunity to grow our very own garden. Mine had a lot of colorful nasturtiums and pine straw mulch and straight lines. I do like things to be orderly—and beautiful. But my garden also had some wildness, occasional surprises, and abundant produce. Situated in the backyard of our farmhouse, with views of the apple orchard, the vineyards, and the sheep in the pasture, I found a place of empowerment, beauty, and occasionally disappointment. All that strengthened me.
Later in my life, as I worked through my divorce, the garden once again became my haven—a place to not only grow flowers and vegetables, but also to grow myself and my two teen-age children. In the process, by doing the good work of pulling metaphorical weeds and planting actual seeds—and writing it all down—we all were transformed.
This, then, is my own quest
to connect with
the Sacred,
the Divine,
the Miraculous,
the Feminine,
the Self…
in the garden.
“…and their soul shall be like a watered garden
and they shall not sorrow any more at all.”
— Jeremiah 31:12
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