Perhaps there are places within you that you have been trying to prune away.
Feelings you have judged.
Thoughts you have wished would disappear.
Parts of yourself you have quietly labeled as inconvenient,
Difficult.
Unwanted.
And perhaps you have imagined that peace will only arrive after all these things are gone.
But your inner world was never meant to be a perfect garden.
It was meant to be alive.
And being alive means seasons.
Blossoms and falling leaves.
Warmth and rain.
Growth,
And decay.
Moments of openness and moments when something within us pulls inward and waits beneath the soil.
Nothing about that makes the garden wrong.
Perhaps tonight,
Instead of removing what appears,
We can simply listen.
If sadness is here,
Let it be here.
If fear is here,
Allow it a little room.
If anger is here,
Perhaps it is protecting something tender.
If uncertainty has followed you into the night,
You do not need to solve it before you rest.
You are not required to turn every fallen leaf into a blossom.
You can let the inner garden be exactly as it is.
Because sometimes the deepest healing begins not when we finally become free of everything uncomfortable.
But when the body realizes,
It no longer has to fight itself.
And in that absence of struggle.
Something softens.
Something begins to compost.
Something that once felt heavy may slowly become nourishment.
Through this meditation,
We are not trying to create a perfectly calm mind.
We are simply creating enough safety for the whole of you to be here.
The blossoms.
The thorns.
The tender green shoots.
The fallen leaves.
All belong to one living garden.
