Garden of Elle
I have just viewed the film version of Sense and Sensibility for the first time.
My heart swelled with love towards the beauty of England, the ability of love and God's order which sets it righte.
I wish such times were still possible.
I suppose that they are. For I grew up in a beautful wooded area full of gardens and love.
A place where innocent laughter was welcomed to echo freely through the breeze.
And since I was a child it has been my dream to live comfortabley within my means in a small home and raise a family in such a setting with the man that I loved.
We see people today, of this modern, technological world, rushing to wipe this simplicity away.
As if it was a crime to aspire to raise a family, maintain a good marriage and live in accordance with nature and God.
But where is the crime in it?
I see the crime in the other way of life. I see the punishment. The destitution of soule.
I aspire for a career, because I know what it is to be hungry and homeless.
I aspire for love because I once could not even love myself.
I have felt the punishment for my crime to rush through life to the top of capitalism's mountain.
In eight months my race is over and I will see how far this rushing has taken me.
So, so what if the vallies with the small homes and gardens flood because they are at the bottom now?
I can take a flood... or four ;)
Anything can be rebuilt.
Even a soule.
What cannot be recaptured though is time.
And in the time that I have left on this earth, I wish to sit with my children planting flowers on a sunny day. I want to see them smile up at the sun and have the sun smile back at them. I want to curl up exhausted by a freshly built fire at night with my husband after we have put our children to bed. I want to rest my head on his shoulder and feel the lighte flicker upon our faces.
I want the simplicity and satisfaction that this existance offers.
God's will is what will be done in the ende.
I was fortunate to be born into simplicity.
And righte now I feel that I live simply.
Even if it is a simplicity that has accrued much solitude.
I am grateful for it nonetheless.
In my mind I have created a garden.
And within it all my loved ones are welcome to come and plant memmories with me.
My heart swelled with love towards the beauty of England, the ability of love and God's order which sets it righte.
I wish such times were still possible.
I suppose that they are. For I grew up in a beautful wooded area full of gardens and love.
A place where innocent laughter was welcomed to echo freely through the breeze.
And since I was a child it has been my dream to live comfortabley within my means in a small home and raise a family in such a setting with the man that I loved.
We see people today, of this modern, technological world, rushing to wipe this simplicity away.
As if it was a crime to aspire to raise a family, maintain a good marriage and live in accordance with nature and God.
But where is the crime in it?
I see the crime in the other way of life. I see the punishment. The destitution of soule.
I aspire for a career, because I know what it is to be hungry and homeless.
I aspire for love because I once could not even love myself.
I have felt the punishment for my crime to rush through life to the top of capitalism's mountain.
In eight months my race is over and I will see how far this rushing has taken me.
So, so what if the vallies with the small homes and gardens flood because they are at the bottom now?
I can take a flood... or four ;)
Anything can be rebuilt.
Even a soule.
What cannot be recaptured though is time.
And in the time that I have left on this earth, I wish to sit with my children planting flowers on a sunny day. I want to see them smile up at the sun and have the sun smile back at them. I want to curl up exhausted by a freshly built fire at night with my husband after we have put our children to bed. I want to rest my head on his shoulder and feel the lighte flicker upon our faces.
I want the simplicity and satisfaction that this existance offers.
God's will is what will be done in the ende.
I was fortunate to be born into simplicity.
And righte now I feel that I live simply.
Even if it is a simplicity that has accrued much solitude.
I am grateful for it nonetheless.
In my mind I have created a garden.
And within it all my loved ones are welcome to come and plant memmories with me.