Garden of the Chayaheart

In a small enclave, in the central Florida megaplex, I came across a potted garden, where happy plant people were celebrating their morning. The herbs were scenting the air and flowers were smiling their way out as sunbeams entered their lives. Ultimate peace prevailed.  Their mother Chaya and I spoke in low tones while the plant children started the day, each in it’s own way. They were all grateful for the gift of protection afforded them by Chaya’s open heart. Even when there is sparse space, Love will prevail as it flows outward.