#garden

Did perpetual happiness in the Garden of Eden maybe get so boring that eating the apple was justified? ↗

— Chuck Palahniuk

#boring #did #eating #eden #garden

I have a garden, and I collect different heirloom seeds from different neighbors. ↗

— Zac Posen

#different #garden #i #neighbors #seeds

What's a butterfly garden without butterflies? ↗

— Roy Rogers

#butterflies #butterfly #garden #without

Let’s escape outside,” Isabelle suggested. “Do you have any other talents?” “I bake and garden.” “Do you sew, too?” Amber nodded. “I sew whenever anger incites me to mutilation.” Isabelle laughed. “One cannot hang for attacking a piece of cloth. ↗

— Patricia Grasso

#attacking #bake #garden #sew #anger

The older a wizard grows, the more silent he becomes, like a woody vine growing over time to choke a garden path, deep and full of moss and snakes, running everywhere, impenetrable. ↗

— F.T. McKinstry

#gardens #power #silence #snakes #wizards

When Isaiah predicted that spears would become pruning hooks, that's a reference to cultivating. Pruning and trimming and growing and paying close attention to the plants and whether they're getting enough water and if their roots are deep enough. Soil under the fingernails, grapes being trampled under bare feet, fingers sticky from handling fresh fruit. It's that green stripe you get around the sole of your shoes when you mow the lawn. Life in the age to come. Earthy. ↗

— Rob Bell

#gardening #heaven #age

The peace within and flowing from sacred spaces and architecture places is clothed in forgiveness, renunciation, and reconciliation. ↗

— Norris Brock Johnson

#japan #kyoto #temple #architecture

Don't let the tall weeds cast a shadow on the beautiful flowers in your garden. ↗

— Steve Maraboli

#friends #garden #inspirational #motivational #weeds

At Bramasole, the first secret spot that draws me outside is a stump and board bench on a high terrace overlooking the lake and valley. Before I sit down, I must bang the board against a tree to knock off all the ants. Then I'm happy. With a stunted oak tree for shelter and a never-ending view, I am hidden. No one knows where I am. The nine-year-old's thrill of the hideout under the hydrangea comes back: My mother is calling me and I am not answering. ↗

— Frances Mayes

#home #italy #sense-of-place #home

What is it about human nature that when we are touched in a way that is life changing we want to share the experience with others. I have to think it is about bringing gifts from spirit back to the spirit in humans. All I know is that after I experienced the four years of intimate conversations with God/spirit/my higher self/the universe and the resulting growth and healing, I would ask myself, “What should I do?” and the answer was always, relentlessly, write a book and share it. ↗

— Bobbi Junod

#personal-growth #spirituality #change