this blog is closing soon.... please follow me at www.heatherthomas.ca

Thursday, 15 August 2013

A Little Piece of Paradise


My heart yearns for a little piece of paradise.
A place where it is easy to co-exist with Nature every day. A place where I can hear songs of birds and of leaves dancing softly as the breeze kisses and caresses them. A place where the gentle tingle of wind chimes brushing up against each other plays background music in time to swaying wildflowers and potted plants.

This is such a place.

My heart yearns for a little piece of paradise.
A place to watch the sun shine through the trees illuminating leaves in layers of green, making constantly shifting dappled patterns across the earth. A place where I can hear the gentle lap of water testing its boundaries at the edge of the pond. Where I can go for a swim in that cool, clear liquid and chase frogs with my smiling eyes. A place where at night, the laughter and joy of frogs, crickets and fireflies fill the fresh crisp air.


This is such a place.

My heart yearns for a little piece of paradise.
A place where imperfection is perfection, where the forest and wildflowers taunt each other in endless games of tag. Where there is space to roam through earthy, moss-scented trails under the protective watch of trees twice my age. Where I can lie down on sun-warmed grass, and watch the clouds drift by. Hey, I see a spaceship - oh, nope - now it's a moose with a hat.

This is such a place.

My heart yearns for a little piece of paradise.
A place where I can play freely on the land, sculpting it into gardens of all sorts. Japanese style with a little waterfall to meditate by, a rock garden with sedum and grasses fluttering in the slightest breeze, and English country-style with wooly thyme growing along secret pathways. A place where the soil is rich and black under my fingers and toes as I stand bare foot planting cucumbers, tomatoes, peas and beans.

This is such a place.

My heart yearns for a little piece of paradise.
A home that has held laughter and tears and is still comfortable for all. A place where the warmth of family can be felt days after we have all gathered. A place where meaningful art and photographs adorn every wall, where stories collect and are told without words. A place of quiet comfort where it is so easy to retreat from the loud and busy world, a place that calls to our hearts as we reconnect with our own nature, our own selves and each other.

This is such a place. And my heart feels full and open. I am home.