Hello my beautiful friends 👋🏻, how is life in the IG world?
It’s been a very, very long time since my last post, I know…
After my last post I have been stuck in between,
“Feel what you need to feel and then let it go. Do not let it consume you” – Dhiman
and
“Keep taking time for yourself until you’re you again” – Lalah Delia
So I have been doing a lot of garden therapy.
So much so the rewards that Spring brings leaves me to feel that I can just stay here in my happy place, my garden.
Where, the colours, the smells, the touch, the taste, and the sounds of nature, fills my soul with harmony, and excites my creative senses.
The time spent nurturing my garden, is so rewarding, with the signs of blossoms in the trees, followed by fruit that taste all that much sweeter, when you’ve grown it yourself.
Where the light that hits my face is filled with the warmth from the sun, and not the stagnate brightness of a screen.
And just as I take a break from gardening with a cup of tea in hand.
A private message pops up from my IG account, and a meaningful conversation was started.
This Community
Although I have been silent on IG, many of you’s have reached out and checked in on me privately, and the conversations we have, have all been heartwarming. These long and heartfelt conversations that always leads me back to you, my IG friends ❤️.
As much as my garden brings me back to my centre, it is this community that inspires me to take the step, to come back, to keep sharing, to keep pursuing my love of photography, and to be OK with my vulnerability.
For me to give back what is so generously given, and I hope with some good food, and photography to match.
Like this bunch of goodness I harvested from the patch 😘.
Thank You From The Bottom Of My Heart
Thank you so much for the love and patience after my last post.
Even now, it still feels raw when I think about it, and reading your comments always brings tears to my eyes for the love and support I always get here 🙏🏻.
FYI, FaceTimed Grandma and she’s still smiling that special smile of hers.
Grandma “I don’t remember your name, but I remember that I love you”
Di xox
