A blossoming into something unique and hopefully beautiful to grace the garden of life.

It is a pipe dream at the moment. -

The World health organisation defines Health as a state of complete physical, mental and social well-being and not merely the absence of disease or infirmity.
I would go further and define it as a balanced state of complete physical, mental, emotional, social and spiritual well-being and not merely the absence of disease or infirmity. All this is dependent on optimal planetary health, and that means unpolluted soil, air, homes, and drinking water / oceans...
        We have a lot of work to do, for we can't be truly healthy in an unhealthy environment polluted with gender bending chemicals and heavy metals and air that is not fit to breathe in many areas of the world.. For our own wellbeing we need to learn respect for our environment - respect for earth.

Forest gardener, earth guardian, and healing herbalist, song / story teller.

I would research how we can best align and harmonise our lives with nature, and when I had that fully sussed then If illness wasn't resolved I would research health and how we can best maintain it and prevent illness, but I have a feeling that if the first could be achieved there would be no more illness anyway,perhaps illness is just a symptom of how far we have strayed away from nature.

Of neccessity, because my mother is very deaf our communications are not whispers, I have to speak up in front of her as she part lip-reads part hears. However there are other opportunities for whispers, whispers of gratitude for All, whisper games with the grandchildren, and believe it or not I think the most recent whisper was to a tree.; Gale force winds were battering the tall pine behind the house,it stands way above other trees here, small branches had landed on the garden and it was taking a battering from the wind, I felt compassion for the tree, in a whisper I sent it positive thoughts for love and strength.  Or maybe it was the whisper of affection to the bumble bee who buzzed me in the garden today in mid November, well there are still a few flowers out, a few pink roses.! 

Everything !

Art born of love for the medium..........art.that comes from the heart,  it could be music, or painting or sculpture, or architecture or craft, or my own love which is poetry. I also
truly appreciate the work of others and have original oil and watercolour paintings
in my home. I played a wide variety of music at home when my children were babies and they all grew up to love good music from the classics to modern. Books too, they all read avidly, writing is an art too, Well I guess life is an art too.

Freedom can so easily slip into self -indulgence, it is so easy to become a slave to success, or material things, or to our needs -  but to me personally it means far more, maybe it's choosing peace, perhaps it's making choices with love as a guide, with true freedom we are mindful not just of other people, but other cultures, other species, and the planet.

When in tune with the universe, or oneness, even writing my poetry, sometimes a poem drops from the ether, virtually ready to write.

Well perhaps youth is for those physical adventures, but old age is the full bloom of mind, heart and spirit, and thinking about it the body isn't past it yet either, LOL
Well, there are so many blessings, and hopefully we have learned to surf the waves that
flow through life, keeping our balance and seing what Is with greater clarity. It's so wonderful to see children, and grandchildren and possibly soon great grandchildren grow and develop, and so exciting to witness change and look towards their future.
I still have many dreams. for them,  for me, and for the planet.