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The Past

Sissinghurst Gardens

I sat in the garden embraced by the evening light, pondering on the day’s experiences. Where does the past go? Does it simply melt away like morning mist in the rising sun, or does it pass into a mysterious, invisible and universal library to be referenced for some great, cosmic recollection; or is it destined to travel endlessly around some karmic circle repeating itself over and over again. I’m not sure, but the one thing I am sure of is that this too will pass.

Wonder

I was at Sissinghurst Gardens the other day. I was deeply touched by the sheer wonder of it all. I couldn’t help but think of the link between wonder and compassion, because that’s what I felt too, a wave of compassion for it all. No doubt, wonder and compassion are inextricably linked.