gardening

This garden was who She was. She had been walked to the gate of her true self she now knew. This was a place for her dreams to come true. She was finding. She wanted to be found. One might say She was a funny mixture. She was with eyes that remembered a lot. She saw much and made a lot to be seen. Her senses practised hedonism. Other parts of her body moved. Her unseen mind talked a lot. She was on a way to a balance. It was night She was born, sparkling stars surrouding her millions of miles away leaving her subtle space to start growing up. She loved Mother Space. She read books and watched documents of planets and stars, they thrilled her soul. In quantum physics and chaos theory she saw plain beauty. She was waiting for a day to see somebody finish Theory of Everything. She admired Stephen Hawking. She knew he had lost hope of finding TOE, it was far beyond mankind's level of understanding. She was dreaming of being an astronaut, that appealed to her sentimentality. She was very sentimental. She wanted to say Words "there are no borders". She loved Words. Word. Word of God. On Planet Earth She loved space. Spaces. She played in spaces. Searched for her very own Feng Shui. She never slept under a crystal chandelier. Oh no. Not a very good Feng Shui if it crashed her. That was only for developed monks. She was with colours white red blue brown gold silver. She lived in them. Her home was a laboratory where to mix things to see what worked for her. She read foreign magazines to gulp down pictures. She collected books. Danish style was very much for her. Simple, cosy and funny with a little luxorious touch. Vintage, flea market style, New England, Long Island, French and English country... Lexington, Cath Kidston, Green Gate, Riviera Maison. Laura Ashley. Very feminine. Light blue was a colour she was born to. That was a very first colour She loved. She knew environment with light blue activated parasympatic nervous system. In environment that kind it became easier to catch one's subconscious. She was intuitive. She was sensitive for athmospheres. She once passed a store for women's luxorious underwear. She liked the style in store okay until she saw heather on the table. Heather? Hello, heather in tired purple in a dead gray pot. To caress your senses? She wanted to see few lazy open roses on the table. White, with a long stem, in a size and shape of a tea cup. Or C-cup. In a bright bowl made of A-class glass. Or in a big white simplified porcelain jug. Making you want to enjoy one more weekend in a mansion in the Hamptons. She did not know if she was bitter or very perceptive. Very.