Speaker 1: Hustles to the us. Good morning, Welcome to this quiet
Speaker 1: moment to day, we tend to something precious and private.
Speaker 1: We tend to the garden within you, the place where
Speaker 1: peace grows when you give it space and care. Take
Speaker 1: a slow, deep breath in, hold it gently at the top,
Speaker 1: feeling the fullness of this moment, and let it go
Speaker 1: soft as a sigh, releasing everything that is not this breath,
Speaker 1: not this quiet, not this gentle morning. Imagine stepping through
Speaker 1: a simple wooden gate, its surface weathered and smooth from
Speaker 1: years of gentle use. Beyond the gate is a garden
Speaker 1: unlike any other. It belongs to you alone. No one
Speaker 1: else has walked these paths or tended these beds. The
Speaker 1: patho that's once smooth by your own footsteps, though you
Speaker 1: may not remember every visit. The flowers are ones you
Speaker 1: have planted, some in moments of joy, some in moments
Speaker 1: of reflection, some in moments of pain, that somehow, over
Speaker 1: time produce something beautiful and unexpected. The trees have grown
Speaker 1: alongside you, their branches reaching Outwood and nutwood offer in
Speaker 1: shade and shelter and the quiet company of living things.
Speaker 1: Walk slowly along the path, now fail the soft earth
Speaker 1: beneath your feet, cool and damp and rich with life.
Speaker 1: Notice the sounds of this place. Perhaps birds song high
Speaker 1: and clear, perhaps the rustle of leaves in a gentle breeze.
Speaker 1: Perhaps simply a deep and satisfying silence, the kind that
Speaker 1: fills you rather than empties you. There is no rush here,
Speaker 1: There is no destination. This garden is not a place
Speaker 1: to get through. It is a place to be. Pause
Speaker 1: beside a flower that catches your eye. Look at it closely,
Speaker 1: Notice its color, the way the petals curt word, the
Speaker 1: way it opens toward the light without hesitation or self consciousness.
Speaker 1: This flower represents something you have nurtured within yourself, perhaps
Speaker 1: without even realizing it. A quality that has taken root
Speaker 1: and grown, a memory that has blossomed into wisdom, A
Speaker 1: kindness you showed once that has since multiplied and spread,
Speaker 1: touching more lives than you know. Breathe in the scent
Speaker 1: of this garden. Imagine the fragrance of fresh earth, of
Speaker 1: blooming flowers, of clean morning air after a gentle rain.
Speaker 1: Let this scent fill you with the sense of renewal
Speaker 1: and possibility. You are not just visiting this garden. You
Speaker 1: are part of it. Every thought you think, every kindness
Speaker 1: you offer, every moment of patience you practice, adds to
Speaker 1: this place of inner beauty. Every act of self compassion
Speaker 1: as a seed planted, every moment of presence is water
Speaker 1: given to something growing. There may be weeds in this garden,
Speaker 1: thoughts of worry that have taken root in the far corners,
Speaker 1: habits of self doubt that have grown wild along the
Speaker 1: fence line, memories that have become tangled and overgrown, blocking
Speaker 1: the light from reaching the flowers beneath. That is natural.
Speaker 1: Every garden has them. You do not need to pull
Speaker 1: them all out to day. Simply notice them, acknowledge their
Speaker 1: presence without judgment, and then turn your attention to what
Speaker 1: is growing well, What is blooming beautifully, what is reaching
Speaker 1: steadily toward the light. Feel the warmth of the sun
Speaker 1: on your face in this inner place, Let it remind
Speaker 1: you that you are allowed to grow, You are allowed
Speaker 1: to bloom. You do not need permission to take up
Speaker 1: space to show your colors, to open fully toward the morning.
Speaker 1: The garden does not grow by hiding. It grows by
Speaker 1: being seen, by being tended, by being loved. And so
Speaker 1: do you let yourself rest beside a small stream that
Speaker 1: runs through the garden. Listen to the water as it
Speaker 1: moves over smooth stones, clear and unhurried, carrying the light
Speaker 1: of the sky on its surface. This water is the
Speaker 1: gentle flow of your own awareness, always moving, always fresh,
Speaker 1: never the same from one moment to the next, and
Speaker 1: yet always itself. Place your finger tips near the surface
Speaker 1: and feel the cool, living water against your skin. Let
Speaker 1: it wash away whatever you no longer need to carry
Speaker 1: into this day. Thoughts, expectations, old stories that no longer
Speaker 1: serve you. Let the stream take them down stream, out
Speaker 1: of sight, back into the earth, where they will become
Speaker 1: nourishment for something new. Find a small bench beneath one
Speaker 1: of the garden trees now and sit there for a moment.
Speaker 1: Feel the rough wood beneath your hands, the dappled light
Speaker 1: filtering through the leaves above, the gentle shifting of shadow
Speaker 1: and warmth across your skin. This bench has waited here
Speaker 1: for you, offering rest without condition. You do not need
Speaker 1: to earn this rest. You do not need to have
Speaker 1: earned anything at all. The garden simply asks that you
Speaker 1: be here, and being here is more than enough. From
Speaker 1: this bench, look back along the path you have walked.
Speaker 1: Notice how far you have come, how much has grown
Speaker 1: since you first planted the seeds of this inner place.
Speaker 1: Some of what you see will surprise you. Flowers you
Speaker 1: did not expect, Colors you did not know you carried
Speaker 1: within you. This is the quiet magic of tending your
Speaker 1: own garden. What you nourish with attention and patience will
Speaker 1: always grow toward the light. Let us take three more
Speaker 1: breaths together, each one a gentle watering of this inner place,
Speaker 1: in and out, daddy and calm, like the rhythm of
Speaker 1: rain falling softly on leaves. Feel the garden responding to
Speaker 1: your attention, opening a little wider, blooming a little brighter,
Speaker 1: growing a little stronger with each breath you offer it.
Speaker 1: When you are ready to leave this garden, know that
Speaker 1: it will be here whenever you need it. It does
Speaker 1: not wilt when you are busy. It does not disappear
Speaker 1: when you forget. It waits for you, patient and faithful,
Speaker 1: ready to welcome you back whenever you return. Carry it
Speaker 1: sent with you into your morning, and know that this
Speaker 1: beautiful place is always yours.