Tuesday, January 16, 2007


I wrote this yesterday~

Snow (or Snow Fall)

It was the first garden I had ever planted, it was my own, on my own land. When the storm came, it buried me and my garden. It was as if the garden had never even existed, I could only see the cold desolate snow that laid upon it. For years I just lay there, far removed from the rest of the world. Only to see the every now and again presence of someone coming to pluck what remained and leaving me behind.

As time rolled by another storm came, stronger and much more devastating than the last - this one threatened to take me away completely. I was thrown far away from the garden. When the storm was done reeking it's havoc, all was lost, I was alone and I awoke to find myself at a cross roads. I could stay here in the damage or I could leave.
After all those years of lying there in the snow, I finally rose up and chose to leave.

I could never return to that garden, I had to start all over again from the beginning, in a new place. I vowed to myself and to others who had suffered from the storm, to stay away from the cold this time. I would make my garden bigger and better than before, I would nurture it so that it bloomed the most beautiful flowers possible. I would water it every day and pull all the weeds out as they arose. And I did all of these things, and my garden flourished.
Years passed so quickly that I wasn't even aware of storms anymore, I was completely focused on the gifts growing in my garden and I was happy. My garden was so fruitful that I began uniting my garden with others, and we had strong and healthy mergers and moved forward together.

One day I was walking down the path to my garden, as I did every day, I noticed an ice patch, I turned to find that there was a chill there, that was not before, standing beside me, telling me to walk across it, so I tried and I continued on. The next day I walked down the path and there was even more ice, and again I was encouraged by these new journers upon the path, on the third day it became obviously slippery, and dangerous and again it was insisted that I walk on. I don't even think they thought about the ice at all. I don't think they saw my danger, but I recognized it.

I could feel the storm brewing, I didn't want to get caught up in it again, I thought about it, I looked at all the beauty that had been grown here in this new place, I felt proud, I felt success, I felt safe, I felt love I felt all things good. I had tried those few times, but I knew better now than to risk my own life and just surrender to the storm by walking down that frigid path. For this path, looked like the path that led to that storm that so destroyed my previous garden.

Perhaps the chill that tried to push me down that slippery path could make the trek, perhaps it was of no difference to them than the path they have walked, but I knew different for myself. I worked hard to grow my new garden, and I would not allow the snow to bury all that I had done, especially considering that I had others depending on me. Others like myself ate from this garden and shared it with me and help me grow it. And, there are others that I am expecting to come to my garden, and I want it to be the best it can be when that time comes.

I made a decision, that I would not walk down that path and accidentally slip, for if I can see the risk ahead of time, would it be an accident? I could not chance it, not one slip, not one snow fall.
So I built a new path so that I could enter my garden from a safe place, from a new direction and leave the icy path alone, so I would not fall and fail the garden that I had built up. I returned to my warm and sunny earth, and shared the gifts with those who helped me and held my hand all the way down the path and into the garden.

No need to follow a path just because it is there, or because it is expected of you, if you are sent down an icy path, you are not obligated by anyone to follow, it might be okay for them, but if it is not for you, follow your own path. You are obligated to yourself and you are more and your garden will flourish if you do so. This is the path of no regret.
And the garden, the garden is me.

Copyright Gina Miller 2007 all rights reserved, no portion of this material may be copied without permission from the author.


Anonymous Jodi said...

I was thinking about you yesterday and I wondered how you are.

It's good to see you post. :)

5:03 PM  
Blogger Lady K said...

So you are going to animate this, right? I'm not taking a no for an answer...

5:31 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Gina, that is amazing. You are so wonderfully talented. Lots of love, Nic xox.

5:35 PM  
Blogger Gina said...

Thank jodi, my apologies for less frequent votes, I've been so busy with behind the scenes work lately, and thank you for thinking of me : )

6:09 PM  
Blogger Gina said...

lady k, how wonderful, you are so right on! Yes I think I will surrender to your request, although that won't be for quite some time as I have so many projects going on right now, but it is on the list dear fellow artist!

6:10 PM  
Blogger Gina said...

nicole, that means so much to me, as so did the words of Snow. I am so glad that you are fond of it that you appreciate it, thank you.

6:11 PM  
Blogger Tongue in Cheek Antiques said...

wonderful read on the reflections of your life.

9:55 PM  
Anonymous cruststation said...

Oh Gina, this is beautiful and so encouraging. Thank you for your inspiring words, your strength shines through.

9:58 AM  
Blogger weirdbunny said...

I love your story, I was so enthralled reading it. Gina your a woman of many talents.

4:00 PM  
Blogger Gina said...

cruststation - what a powerful comment, I am so thankful for your words.

3:23 AM  
Blogger Gina said...

awww weirdbunny you always give me so much! You keep my garden growing : )

3:24 AM  
Blogger Gina said...

Thank you tongue and cheek! That means a lot coming from such a wonderous wordsmith.

3:25 AM  
Blogger fusionlin said...

I read it , word by word ; listen the garden and you, again and again, feel spring is on it's way to Seattle soon, you have a dream about your secret garden from a liquid mind....get some quiet music may suite to shift everything.
Happy 2007 to you !

11:33 PM  
Blogger Cherry Rolfe said...

That was lovely Gina. I am sorry that you have had to fight against the cold, but your garden is all the more beautiful now.

9:53 AM  
Anonymous Antony said...

May I just say...amen.

4:54 PM  
Blogger Gina said...

thanks fusionlin : )

5:42 PM  
Blogger Gina said...

Thank you cherry rolfe, I think we have all had some snowfall in our lives, it just comes with the territory I suppose, mine stopped falling, well about 9 years ago now! (Wow time flies.) Just want to keep it that way you know, but I can now see things from farther and farther away, so it does provide one with better insights. I've never been happier in my whole life then in these last years, with the love of my life, following my dreams and passions and the love of my family. Inspite of any snow that has fallen many years ago, somehow I have ended up being one of the luckiest girls on earth : )

5:48 PM  
Blogger Gina said...

Awwww thank you so much A!!!

12:03 AM  
Blogger jessica said...

what a lovely illustrated children's story book this could be. beautiful story of life gina.

4:55 AM  
Blogger jessica said...

could see this as an illustraded children's story book.
beatifully written gina.

4:59 AM  
Anonymous Scribbles & Bits said...

Is there anything you can't do? Absolutely beautiful, touching, and thought-provoking! Love ya!

10:56 AM  
Blogger Monica said...

I wish I could write like that! :) Lovely!

8:48 PM  
Blogger Gina said...

That's actually really good idea Jessica!

3:21 PM  
Blogger Gina said...

Thank you, my very talented monica!

5:26 PM  
Blogger Gina said...

You are so sweet scribbles! Love ya back!

5:27 PM  

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