The Healing Garden

The soil within the garden was dark and rich like freshly brewed coffee. It was cool in my hands like the soil down by the creek on the old farm where I was raised.  The garden is hidden by a large oak tree and some hickory nut trees.  It is high on the brim where the water drains well.  You might not see it just walking by, but to someone that knows flowers, it would be noticed.  The garden is filled with Cardinals, Bluebirds, Carolina Wrens, and even Hummingbirds.  The Morning Doves are always there cooing in the early mornings just before daybreak.  It is a sacred place, a place of healing.

The garden is where I bring the flowers that are struggling, not blooming, and the ones that have no hope.  They are pruned, potted in fresh soil, and visited daily.  They seem to thrive there with the group of outcasts all different, yet they all share a common wish that they live, they heal, and they bloom.

I talk to them often, pulling weeds, removing hickory nuts, and telling them all how beautiful they are.  It is a magical place where you can always find a bunny or two, an abundance of earthworms, and Hummingbirds drinking nectar from the flowers.  It seems that sometimes just being together and sharing the struggle is a big part of the healing.  What could be better than a healing garden hidden away in a secret place?  A place of second chances, a place where they will bloom.


Larry Tyler
Larry Tyler
Awaken the possibilities … then unleash them. After 55 years of successful retail management, I have returned to my passion of writing. I write Poetry, Storytelling, and Short Stories. As a child, I grew up on front porch storytelling. I would sit and listen to my Dad and his brothers tell these great stories that were captivating, and I always wanted to hear more. I wanted to experience the things they talked about. I started writing at a young age and reading everything I could get my hands on. At twelve years old I started a storytelling group and several of my friends became writers or poets. At 16 I hopped box cars and worked the tobacco fields, orange groves, picked cotton, and spent many nights around a campfire listing to life stories. Someone once asked me why I wrote. It consumes an amazing amount of time and I assure you it is not going to make me rich. I write so that my children can touch and feel my words telling of the ones that came before us and the stories they told me. These are the chronicles of our family and even though they come from my childhood memories and are deeply rooted in a child’s remembrance at least they may feel what it was like in the time before them and cherish the things the elders left behind. I am a Columnist & Featured Contributor, BIZCATALYST360 and I have The Writers Café, a group on LinkedIn that features Poets, Writers, Artists, Photographers, and Musicians . On Facebook I have two groups and one page; Dirt Road Storytelling, From Abandoned To Rescue Dogs And Cats, and About Life, Love And Living. As writers, it is true that we honestly do not know what we hold within us until we unleash it. When our words inspire others only then will inspiration return to the writer. I will spend my twilight years in search of the next story, the next poem, and the next image. I will take the time to enjoy my Wife, our Dogs, and Cats, and our amazing new home and I will always find the time to walk down a dirt road I truly hope is that I never have to read another book on Leadership, be on a conference call or see another plan o gram as these were the tool for what I did in life and not about who I am.

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