A Garden of Beautiful Thoughts... (ENFP-A)



A garden of thoughts, dispersed through flowers, that grow and reflect the glory of the sun...
They take in the nutrients of the living water, the Son-shine via their leaves, and the foundational soil as a place for their anchoring roots...

A garden of beautiful thoughts, the flowers, the plants, where to be planted?

In the shade or in the sun? In the space, or close to others? Stand-alone or mixed in...

Thoughts planted.

- In the tub of a whatsapp group?
- Or lieber* (preferably) over coffee with a friend?
- In the crowds of a Facebook feed?
- Within the picturesque Instagram or a tiny, tight ten-second story slot?
- Or perhaps in the stillness of a blospot?
- In the dynamic accessibility of Youtube?
- On stage, or from the pulpit?
- The dreamy TedTalk place, with waves of applause...
- Or like rain drops landing on the stranger passing by...
- Or maybe the pages of a book;
- Maybe first a journal. That intimate place with you and the trinity. Behind closed doors where the holy place is fashioned.
- Or maybe allow them to float on the ocean of my Gehirn* (brain) and hope they drop into my heart, in both places being established along memory lanes... where roots can take hold and the substance stays, grows deeper roots, and establishes a melody, not to fade or be forgotten.

For to water a plant is important, to see it grow and flourish. To see that it takes root and is cared correctly takes wisdom, discernment, intention and attention. Effort yet  with direction.
(Important to note: a flower leans towards the direction of the sunlight, leaning-in; to its Source, its Light).

But where to start? Well,

time.

Schaff* (make) time

to discern upon the right space, at the right time.

To invest in the gift, of a mind and a heart (from a passionate soul): full of words, beautiful words... may they find ground to take hold, to aspire and thence inspire. Both in the big and the small.
For that word that is a lamp to my feet, and a light to my path says:

'Do not despise these small beginnings, for the Lord rejoices to see the work begin...' (Zechariah 4:10).

For the seed or the bulb, it contains the gift of life and sprouts slowly but surely, a shoot and then the stem and the rest of the flower, where it may well bare fruit and allows the spectators to gaze on it's beauty and glorify their Maker.

From the meadow heart of

Elainebow (ENFP-A)

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