Letters from the garden.

It's been quite a while since I've written a blogpost and shared it. It's a strange feeling to be sitting typing again.

I continue to journal every day because of the grounding effects and mental health advantages it offers me. In the early morning my pen flows effortlessly across the page. Since it's personal writing the words come naturally and unguarded. Countless morning pages are filled with scribbled observations about birds, animals, plants, scents, weather, and more as the seasons change. Writing has always soothed my mind and anchored me in the present moment.

With all the advancements in AI and Chat GPT, I've felt that my own unpolished sentences and words might pale in comparison to the beautiful writing accessible at the touch of a button. However, I've realized that's not why I write. It's never been about impressing anyone with cleverness, flawless grammar, or perfect words. I'm simply sharing a perspective from this small corner of the world - a garden that is constantly evolving, a wild, peaty bog beyond, and reflections on what I observe and feel around me. It's about how things change from week to week and what I can learn from the garden and the surrounding landscape.

During my struggles with severe anxiety and depression, I found comfort in the writings, art, and poetry of those brave enough to share their words. Long before AI existed, poets, artists, novelists, and nature journalists have guided us through difficult times with their art and vulnerability.

I hope that someone who is feeling, overwhelmed or anxious is comforted by this simple journal. Afterall nature is creating the magic and all we can do is be present and hopefully find the words to share it, imperfect as they might be.