Poetry Minisode - "My Weedy Garden" | Sam Horton

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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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Ep 35: Poetry Minisode - My Weedy Garden
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Hey, Sam here. This is a bonus mini episode featuring one of my substack poems. This is a completely new creative endeavor, which I've suddenly felt compelled to create and share. Um, who knows how long it will last this episode is only a few minutes long, but I hope it brightens your day in some way. Before I share the poem. 

I just want to ask you. Are you being too hard on yourself? I'm guilty as charged from time to time over here. And I guess this poem is me taking a quiet, creative moment to reflect on my literal overgrown weedy garden. It's honestly, a bit of a disgrace, but I'm embracing it for what it is at the moment. A temporary tiny component of my expansive life experience. And through the process of creative writing and creating this poem for you. My weedy garden has become more [00:01:00] beautiful, more simple, more necessary. And my poem has become peppered with metaphors for the journey of human life. i'll, share the poem with you here. But before I do my question for you to ponder is. Where can you give yourself a break and embrace the weeds in your life during this chapter or season? I would love to hear from you. 

Um, please send me an email or message me on social media. Now for the poem. Enjoy. 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 angels. All blown [00:02:00] 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 [00:03:00] adapting. Finding new ways. Seeking the riches others have left behind. 

All this failing beauty, still purs with persistence. Flexible. Indifferent. Committed. Resilient. 

And 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. Hey, Sam here. 

Thanks for listening to the end. If you like this poem, please let me know if you want more of this type of content from me. Your feedback is often the spark that helps me turn [00:04:00] random creative ideas into consistent ways of communicating my message. And adding value. If you'd like to support me, please buy me a coffee and leave a short message. 

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