Poem: Go to the Garden

Sharing with you ~ many of you in attendance, resting and rejuvenating at Mystic Heart Sound Baths have asked for words, poems and essays that I have shared during our time together. As requested, I will be sharing more of those words, either written by myself or other writers here on my blog as the coming days unfold. It is always my intention to couple these words with my photography as well. You can also find poems/essays shared at Mystic Heart Sound Baths, in my Mystic Heart monthly newsletter from time to time. Below are the words from poet: Marie Eaton:

When the heartache of the world closes in,

and I am battered by sound bites and shouting.

When sorrow creeps up next to me

and wraps her cold hand around my heart.

When misery sits deep in my belly,

and everything tastes like ashes.

Then I go to the garden

to breathe in green.

Lie down in a meadow

with my belly to the ground,

and listen to small things

tell me stories of consistency and cycles,

of time and timelessness.

I go to the garden

to breathe the scent of sage and rosemary.

Bury my face in their leaves

and listen to their secret stories

of wisdom and remembrance.

Bathe in the sympathy

offered by lemon balm

and the comfort of chamomile

I go to my garden. ~GO TO THE GARDEN by Marie Eaton

~Kristi Lee next Mystic Heart Sound Bath offering

Pictured: Dahlia from my Mojo Garden 2025

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