My Secret Garden

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day 12

My Secret Garden

Own a secret garden
where no one may come
without my permission.

Flourished on seeds
of ideas, nurtured by waters
of inspiration.

Some grow to fruition
in moments, while others
take years of patient tender.

Feathered and four-legged friends
roam freely, sharing their names
and bits of their story.

All guarded by a yakky red tulip,
who, on a moment’s notice
might become a huge dragon

named Marananthaheth.

Elizabeth Crawford 4/12/2019

Process Notes: Didn’t have a clue what to write about this morning. The only image that attracted me was the one that opens this post. It is titled, “Secret Garden”, and was done in India Ink many years ago. Turned inward and asked Heth what I should write about. She pointed to the image and said, “Tell them about your Szecret Garden.” So I did. I was in my late twenties when I created this inner space while trying to learn how to meditate. It was here that I began to create my Personal Mythology with spontaneous imagery.

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2 Responses to My Secret Garden

  1. Marianne says:

    Love the “yakky red tulip!” We all need a secret garden, Elizabeth, where we can meditate, reflect, dream, plan, write – and get away from the world, if only for a short while.

    Thank you, Marianne. Yes, we do need that safe place inside our beings. When I was teaching, I did use guided imagery to help my students find and begin building that space. It was beyond wonderful to watch them (adults, some older than myself) come alive with childlike wonder as they told the details of what they had discovered. Each one unique and individual, just as they should be. If you would like to read the story of the yakky red tulip, you can find it here. What amazes me even more, is until I wrote this poem I had never connected her to the dragon. When I finished the poem, I looked up to see both the tulip and the dragon, sitting side by side, laughing and grinning at how long it has taken for me to discover that. It certainly seems to herald another journey. Oh my!


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  2. Carrie V. H. says:

    Love this secret garden Elizabeth! Your garden of muse is so full of wonder! I too love that yakky red tulip!!

    Thank you, Carrie. If you’d like to know of the beginnings of that garden, you can find it here: My Secret Garden has been an incredible boon to everything I do. And even though it is now more than forty years in the making, I hug myself when I even think about it. And thank the Universe that answered the Call of my curiosity.



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