“Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high.” ―
I want to say, this is a very bad year. It’s been the worst till now. But most probably I won’t say it, if we meet. Because I’m not that pessimist who wants this year to go soon so that she can dance in the light of next year. I’m an optimist. STILL. Perhaps I am going to utilize the last second of this year to make it less worse, more satisfactory.
One of the reasons of writing less( and photographing less, and travelling less) is this sadness, or anger about the outcomes and experiences in this year. I don’t write when I’m broken. I don’t like to fill in all the blank places of social networking sites and blog pages with my grief, helplessness, and problems. In third decade of my life, I know that there are so many people who are braver than me, silently fighting all big battles without whining in front of the world. Maybe I want to be like them. Or maybe I’m like them.
When I feel low, I try to look inward. I think about all the suggestions from those people who are brutally honest and know me more than I know myself. I also immerse myself in creative activities. Something difficult, but attainable. And of course I try to find a magic wand to make every mundane thing extra ordinary.
Sometimes life is better with a tall glass of hot chocolate made from finest cocoa, cinnamon sugar, and cayenne pepper. Sometimes it’s better with a plate of simple pesto pasta. I feel good as long as I know what works for me.
A year ago, I started making a small garden on my porch. As my mom once said, “Plants are the truest best friends of mankind.” It is true. The green corner is fresh, silent, and my happy zone. I regularly nurture the plants. And in return I get more love – sometimes invisible, sometimes loudly visible.
Once I read about Thomas J Fogarty, visited his vineyard, and wanted to make a big green space for everyone. That dream is still at daydreaming stage. But this tiniest dream of creating my own green corner in this expensive city is one of my achievements this year. I grew grape tomatoes, made green beefsteak tomato chutney, remembered my golden childhood seeing the marigolds, lightened up murky days with a hot pink bougainvillea plant, prepared low fat basil pesto, used freshly harvested scallions, cilantro in Asian dishes, and added little spice to everything by baking pepper poppers.
Not that bad, right?
Happy Weekend, everyone! Don’t forget to check all extra ordinary photographs and moments on dailypost, if you want a hint of inspiration today. Or you can go ahead and make a garden of your own. Love nature. It generously loves back.