I can’t fit all the words I want to say this week into this blog, and I want to fit them all into the first sentence. I’ve blown that already. It’s about what I believe and what you believe and how those two things can differ and what do I do about that when what you believe is radically different from what I believe. I’m trying to think of an example, but I can’t find one that suits because whatever I find will imply my rightness and another’s wrongness and the thing I actually need to do is tell you what I believe and see that your different belief, whatever it is, is just as valid as my belief. We all get to what we believe by way of everything that went before in our lives, and who can ever say that any belief is wrong.

So my challenge is to understand your belief, and tell you mine. What I will do here is tell you mine, and listen if you want to tell me yours.

What I believe was decorated with frost this morning. I walked through the garden and I was covered in layer after layer to keep me warm on the five minute bike ride to my yoga class. I’m back now and the frost has gone. I walked around the garden taking pictures, looking for beauty. I found it, of course. It’s always here somewhere. I’m sitting on the seat now, writing this. There is a wood pigeon quietly stalking about on the grass, pecking here and there. The sun is catching the St John’s wort, making it glitter. Many of the leaves are a deep brown colour as they fade back into the earth. Goosegrass and feverfew offer the green shoots of hope, even now, deep in the winter. The gnomes stand like sentinels, revealing themselves for the winter. A new one, as yet nameless, rescued from the tip, looks very relaxed.

This garden is my truth, both what I believe and what I believe in. And where I want to be.

Come visit me!