Gardens of Dreams: Statement

My father was a gardener.  He was a gardener of plants, flowers and trees rooted in the earth and set between and in the crevaces of indigenous rock.  I have not inherited any of his skills!  But my father�s garden was more...it was a place of tranquility and a place for thought.  It was there that my father saw God, or more to the point, where he saw the face of creation.  It was there, in his garden, that I learned the teachings of my father-  not the names of plants and of rocks but of the spirits of things and of our places within the stream of infinity.  This spirit I have carried in me as a dream- a dream which comes to awakening through my work.