Poetry Minisode - "My Weedy Garden" | Sam Horton

In this BRAND NEW mini-episode of Soul Led Creative Women, Sam Horton reads an original poem taken from a personal reflective creative moment of her every day life.

This one is titled "My Weedy Garden" 

And asks the questions:

Are you being too hard on yourself?

Where can you give yourself a break and embrace the weeds in your life during this chapter or season?

Sam says: Through the process of creative writing, my real life weedy garden became more beautiful, more simple, more necessary and my poem became peppered with metaphors for the journey of human life. 

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Podcast Summary

Are you being too hard on yourself? Guilty as charged from time to time over here! 👋  I took a moment this past week to reflect on my literal weedy garden (its a bit of disgrace but I am embracing it for what it is at the moment - a temporary tiny component of my expansive life experience). Through the process of creative writing, my weedy garden became more beautiful, more simple, more necessary and my poem became peppered with metaphors for the journey of human life. I’ll share the poem with you here, but my question for you is: 

Where can you give yourself a break and embrace the weeds in your life during this chapter or season? Email me at [email protected].

My weedy garden

 Fallen leaves rustle.
All shades of brown and gold.
A tattered old carpet, dusty and worn.
Floating, restless, hovering above the ground.
Sent down by the angels.
All blown about.
Crunchy, crisped up from all that time spent loving the sun.
Now separated, temporarily lost, torn from the roots of mother.
Fellows, holding hands, awaiting their soggy return.
Tangled around green shoots of life.
Stuck to mud-speckled pots filled with survivors.
Some green and tall, booming, sustained.
Others dark, in drought, past their best days.

Desperation wriggles, hidden underground.
Evidenced through tiny cracks in pavers.
Little seeds searching for a place to breathe.
A lifeline.
Any speck of hope will do.
These are the thrivers, always adapting.
Finding new ways.
Seeking the riches others have left behind.

All this failing beauty still purrs with persistence.
Flexible, indifferent, committed, resilient.
A natural spectacle humming with truth.
The sun still beats.
The wind still bustles.
The birds still cackle and play.
The daily orchestra of insects still perform on cue.
And the butterflies simply do not care.
They happily drink the nectar of my weedy garden.
And flutter precariously through life.

 

Take care,

^{Sam Horton
Sam is an Artist, Creative Mentor, Life Coach and Spiritual Guide. A series of life challenges, from divorce and burnout to feelings of inner disconnection and emptiness, were the catalysts for a spiritual creative journey that led her out of the dark and transformed the way she cares for herself and shows up in the world.}

<sup>This journey is what inspires Sam to support other women to turn their pain into power and evolve into the most beautiful, authentic, best versions of themselves using transformative spiritual and creative tools to remember who they really are at their core.

Sam lives on the Sunshine Coast in Australia with her tween daughter. She is a self-confessed homebody obsessed with connecting her heart with her home through her love for art, flowers, nature and sentimental treasures.</sup>

 

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