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The fake Eden: Covered in red, buried in bloom

On a bright day, hand in hand with my possible savior, or the very start of my demise.

I see structures and symbols coming from the ground, majestic and beautiful, the sun shining through in all its might, but the further we go, the more peaceful and serene it seems.

Water flowing through a creek, gardens blossoming everywhere the eye can see.

My guests have no face, no body, merely presence as they lead me through, teaching me things, learning as I investigate my surroundings.

Deeper down I realize there’s a cemetery, no gravestones but there are people buried among the beauty of nature.

It’s when I hear the words whisper of a murder, my head pointed towards a direction of bushes that were red in color, growing over the identifying marks of the naked body, posed in such a form her modesty is barely maintained, the garden cradling her.

“She was murdered here, left alone amongst the land.”

Her skin cold, pale gray, almost the color of stone. It’s as if a hand reaches out to bring me closer to see, to investigate but I pull back and leave, disappearing into my next dream.

When I wake I research and write, ask the questions I feel I know the answers to already.

The dove and the serpent, crossing paths, waiting to see what I would choose.

What if that woman was me?

What if I peeled back the brush, the flowers and vines only to reveal my face, that child that was left behind, the woman that never got a chance to be.

What if it’s a trap?

What if I’m there to take her place?

To be killed and stuck in a vulnerable position, unable to speak any longer, unable to fight, unable to ponder.

I am left with a choice now that I am awake, now that I can think about it.

I can choose the path of the woman, lie on the ground and let the garden grow over me or be gentle as the dove, the lamb, putting my story and my faith out there.

‘Those who have ears let them hear.’

She will be silent no longer.

A warrior formed at the youngest of ages, realizing that her potentials been buried beneath that garden all along.

I have the faith, his strength, the heart of a lion but I walk amongst you a lamb, learning HIS ways.

Riding the camel back to ‘Egypt’ with my life before playing in front of me.

I will not bury this talent, I will not hide this mite. The story I have inside of me matters and it will be heard- I will make it on God’s good word.

#dreamstory #symbolism #fakeeden #Garden #womaninred #doveorserpent #holdtheswordproudly #hide #warrior #cancersurvivorstories #ADHD #CPTSD #scared #healingthroughwriting #cancersurvivorstories #Thoughts #personal

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Trying to join couple groups, fill out the questionnaire and no submit tab

#frustrated#sunny day#nosy neighbor #Garden producing#sunflowers close to 10' tall#proud gardener#2 inspections soonUGH !

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Lemon cucumber

#Garden box#clarity#life#calm My garden bed is a place of calm, peace, growing, gratitude. Sunflowers are growing up so tall beyond the 6-7' mark on the envelope. Couple years ago I had some grow up to 10' then squirrels flew in from several blocks away and took them out.

I think I can beat them this time because the real tall ones are on the opposite end of the trellis and secured with bracing and several rows of stringing across the whole trellis. Take that!

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Heirloom Tomatoes

Grateful for our neighbor who has a large garden. These tomatoes are beautiful.
#Garden ,#heirloom tomatoes,
#grateful ,#chronic pain,#Sarcoidosis

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Patio garden #Garden #Grief #MajorDepressiveDisorder #Selfcare

Here is my little patio garden. I'm feeling deeply sad today. Every time I think I am starting to feel alive again I'm stopped in my tracks by limitations or a memory and sorrow washes over me.

Taking care of my plants helps me cope. Just a little water and sunshine, and they grow. I have herbs, tomatoes, lavender, greens I can't remember the name of, peppers, eggplant, geranium, petunias, dianthus, strawberries, and a lime tree.

At times when I can barely function, they begin to wilt from neglect. I notice this and realize I also need to do something to take care of myself. This is how plants take care of me.

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What flowers should I plant in my garden?

I’m planting sunflowers and taking suggestions! I planting in the south suburbs of Chicago. What do you beautiful people think I should add to my flower garden? 🌻 💐 🌺 🌸 🌹

Today was day two or working on my garden. I started it last year and only managed to dig a hole 😂 Probs was hypomanic, not sure. Sometimes I try not to diagnose every single thing I feel. My treatment team suggested that I try my best to “ride the wave” (feel my feelings as they come) and not “pathologize” my every emotion. It helps because sometimes when I feel #happy or #sad I can just accept that, let myself feel, and try my best. I notice episodes when these feelings linger. Nevertheless, I am finding ways everyday to keep myself moving and give myself simple things to find joy in and keep myself occupied for at least another 30 days of quarantine.

#Gardening #Garden #Flowers #COVID19 #covidanxiety #SocialDistancing #DBT #DialecticalBehaviorTherapy #CognitiveBehaviorTherapy #Depression #BipolarDepression #EatingDisorders #BulimiaNervosa #Therapy #vitamind #Recovery #hopehealsinitiative

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My therapy #peaceful #Garden

My back and legs are in so much pain this morning. Struggling to lift my tea with the weakness in my arms.
I am lucky to have my garden, gives me so much happiness 💕
What’s your happy place? XxX

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Gardens #Garden #Grow #Ride


#52SmallThings . I have enjoyed drives in the country, stopping to take in the beauty of nature around me. I have also started working 20 minutes a day on some flower beds. I used to be an avid hard-core gardener and outdoors lady—now I find joy in just doing things I love just a little less longer than I once could...but that’s okay. It makes my heart happy and fulfills my soul. I stay present and practice gratitude thoughts while pulling weeds and planting my garden.

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