The dictionary defines peace in a couple of ways:
“freedom from disturbance; quiet and tranquility” or “freedom from or the cessation of war or violence.”
My personal mantra for attaining peace is a mixture of what we all learned in kindergarten coupled with the moral philosophy of the golden rule: “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.”
Yet here we are in a fractious and complicated world, trying to keep our heads up and our eyes open. I struggle finding the balance between remaining informed and drowning in the daily assault of depressing, maddening and unwelcome news.
Over the past few weeks I’ve been mentally planning a miniature peace garden. While it’s true that merely being in the garden is peaceful and uplifting, I wanted something more. I craved a touchstone for my own inner peace.
I bought a pair of shallow, glazed pots in a soothing green at a local shop.
Buddha sits under a tree of Lemon Thyme, with Alyssum on each side. I carpeted the rest of the garden in cool Soleirolia soleirolii also known as baby tears. Other than the boulder-sized stones, the rest of the items came from my fairy garden stash.
The cool colors and the lovely honey-scented Alyssum are a balm to the nerves. As the summer wears on, the Alyssum will fall softly over the edge of the pot.
Across the log bridge you’ll find a small bench at the top of a path, and a few blue glass stones to suggest water.
A simpler version of the fairy garden, reduced by half, sits on the wall along the walkway. Our Little Free Library is undergoing some renovations, so the books are temporarily in a purple bin.
This small garden brings me moments of peace. I hope visitors will gather a moment’s peace as well during these trying times.
I’m sending hope and light and love out into the world. Without them I’d be lost.