And the secret garden bloomed and bloomed and every morning revealed new miracles. ~ Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden
I like to think photography is my secret garden. I can go there and play, immerse myself in the beauty of it, watch as it grows, and fall in love a little more each time. Whatever sadness or disappointment or hurt has come my way, I’ve had an escape. I want to be more creative, discover new things, do better than I ever thought I could. The feeling of producing something wonderful gives me endless tingles and pride that nothing can compare to (with the exception of my daughter, the centre of the world!). I think it’s so important to have that something – whether reading a good book, baking, painting, sewing, an evening walk, or just a cup of tea and a deep breath! That thing that comforts and brings back the feeling of really being alive. It’s how I heal, and how I grow.
I’ve learned so much about myself through my work, which can be both confidence-building and unnerving. I’ve learned I’m a lot more introverted than I previously thought. And a lot more determined than I ever expected. And I’ve never been happier or filled with more anticipation of what’s to come.
It’s a good place to be. And I love where I am right now.
Where you tend a rose my lad, a thistle cannot grow. ~ Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden