“I like gardening – it’s a place where I find myself when I need to lose myself.” – Alice Sebold, writer
I would amend this to read, “I like gardens – it’s a place where I find myself when I need to lose myself.”
This sums up my visit to the Olbrich Botanical Gardens at the end of a week of work travel. Depleted yet overloaded at the same time, I needed the refuge of a garden. Sure enough, after a while, with each deep breath and quiet step, I started to smile and recognize myself again.
The flowers were on a slightly later time frame than the flowers back home, so it felt like I got to rewind spring for a bit. And I wasn’t complaining. It was beautiful.
It was just the charge I needed to get me through the two flights that would take me home.
Even the airport knew how happy I was to arrive.
It’s unusual for me to feel so homesick. In fact, I typically make adventures out of work trips. I’m not altogether certain why this week was so different. Whatever the reason, I found myself missing my kids, my cats, and my home. I guess we all have our flukes.
Today, I’ve not left my house. I’ve happily parked on my couch, hugged on my cats, ordered pizza delivery, and binged on Netflix. Pure bliss. At the moment, I am grateful for: my bed, fleece blankets, my laptop, warm kitties, black olive pizza, cold root beer, ceiling fan breezes, my home. I’m also grateful for gardens that fill us with beauty, life, peace, hope…and ourselves.