There is no such thing as an unhappy gardener. They are always getting high on geosmin, which is the smell of damp earth.

Being out of our comfort zone helps us grow in qualities like thankfulness, compassion, forgiveness, resourcefulness and patience.

Peace is ineffable, ever-present, unquenchable, available to every one of us through conscious breathing, which leads to peace.

Change is inevitable. Acceptance keeps us in the flow of ever-changing life. It helps us work best with what is happening.

The garden teaches me things, like how to respond to the ups and downs of life, including death.

A preview of our upcoming book, What My Garden Told Me. A message from the statue in the garden called The Lady.

A sneak peek of our soon-to-be-released book, What My Garden Told Me. Excerpt from topic Autumn Leaves.

Accepting what is immerses us in the invisible energetic spring of possibility, which is another way of referring to the divine.

Pay attention to regrets and they will transform how you live now.

Solitude is the state of being alone. The word implies an acceptance of being in that state. And acceptance makes all the difference.

Every moment is perfect. When we are equanimous, every moment is perfect.

When I am among the trees - Mary Oliver poem. Stand still sometimes. Sense yourself being filled with light. Let that light shine. 

Look with "a real watchful reverence . . . you will be absolutely amazed" - John O'Donohue

How much beauty I see depends on me. Beauty is everywhere. Change the way I see things.

Watch yourself walk by and learn something important about yourself.

Anyone can give a blessing to another. Come from a sincere and heartfelt place. Speak soul to soul. Being kind is giving a blessing too.

Life reveals one step at a time, exactly when we need it, exactly where it needs to be. For a happy life, be present with each step you take

The cup is already broken. Nothing physical lasts. The best way to live is to accept this beforehand and appreciate what we have now.

Everyone sings in their own way. Not all singing comes through the throat. Our actions and our words can sing too.

The more I look, the more I find It’s easy for me to look at my life and ask: ‘What’s wrong with this picture?’ I wish my bush-walking...