Knowledge is found in Gardens. It is birthed from them. And. . .she is sustained through them. They harbor the Soul of womanhood. Reflecting what has been created in her midst. There is a mystique about them, reflected in the heavens. An epitome of experiencing heaven on Earth.
In the garden, women acknowledge, and respect, the Sisterhood and sanctity of women’s culture. At least. . .they are supposed to. If not, a restoration, healing, re-birthing, and weeding of gardens must occur.
(Photograph and Edits By Lauren K. Clark)
Those maidens, and Spiritual protectors, of garden spaces cannot truly benefit from them; nor experience full aesthetics of the Garden-if weeds are allowed to stay. That is when those special Maidens, or gardeners, await their return. Personifications of feminine energy from their cultures (while also having done the work of building and producing their own gardens as viable contributors to the Earth), they arrive from Earth’s quadratic planes.
(Photograph and Edits By Lauren K. Clark)
In one particular garden (as there are many in Egypt’s domain), different nations are present. Myriad reflections of feminine existence are revealed. These flowers come as contributors to the Garden. Learning of her secrets, connection to God, and nourishment of humanity. The gardeners. The protectors.
Then, you have the weeds. Though, they personify womanhood, they do not really care for her Being. Not in the way she was ordained to be. They exploit the art of womanhood for personal and selfish gain. While dressing up as flowers, these decorations are. . .deceptive. Underneath the attire of nature’s treasures, they are weeds, who have come to steal energy, and disrupt the life-cycle of balance. Only taking, and using of the Garden. Never pouring back into, or growing from within.
(Photograph and Edits By Lauren K. Clark)
Weeds enjoy the strangle of nature’s abundance. Narcissistic, vain, and egotistical, they desire the aesthetics, nurture, and abundance, of flowers; without doing the work to truly become the jewels of nature. For them, its easier to imitate, and perform idol practices of photo ops with nature, for self worship. Weeds envy flowers. It’s why they copy them. They want to be them, and are disillusioned in thinking that they can “take their place.” So, they show up in gardens. Wearing the costume of a flower, they spray faux-perfumes of seduction-trying to entice resourceful energies-birthed from a feminine presence.
They grow nothing, while trying to strangle and soak everything.
(Photograph and Edits By Lauren K. Clark)
Wanting quick, and immediate, access to the treasures of a Garden’s fruition. Again, exploiting nature’s bounties; while never watering her fruits.
Seeds of weeds cannot grow Gardens. They only invade them. Often directing their own masculine forms to assist in such destruction; sending them to act on their behalf.
Even when they imitate the work of flowers, it is only for selfish gain and raping of the Garden.
That is why maidens of gardens are extremely important. Weeds grow forcefully and boisterously; or to the tune of a wading lake. Either way, they grow, and continue to grow-if not weeded out.
(Photograph and Edits By Lauren K. Clark)
So, the gardeners get to work. They are keen in locating weeds. Many are not hard to find. Though, some hide in strategic locations. Those take a special gardener. For they are the root cause of other weeds to come. Once their existence is rooted out of the garden, it becomes nearly impossible for weeds to grow; or last long, if they do.
Once garden maidens take their rightful place. . .balance is restored. The understanding for a woman to be “her Sister’s keeper,” is performed. Respect, honesty, and celebration of another woman’s fruition, culture, and personal unions are re-born. The Garden then returns to being a space of healing, enchantment, knowledge, fruition, and eternal worship of God.
(Photograph and Edits By Lauren K. Clark)
Happiness is prevalent. Love is abundant.
Sisterhood becomes the norm. And protection of womanhood is centered. Beautiful Souls of womanhood feel safe; returning to the work of restoring the Garden. Planting the seeds. Watering her, and making sure productive women (mothers and maidens) are being cared for in the Garden. That while they give, they also receive. As they receive, the artistry of giving and creating within the Garden, is held in high esteem. After all, creativity and production are one of the highlights of being a woman.
(Photograph and Edits By Lauren K. Clark)
Getting the chance to present those hidden imaginations of design and Universal art form is an auspicious treat. Sharing them for the elevation, betterment, enrichment, and nurture of other women. . .and humanity. . .is a full buffet.
(Photograph and Edits By Lauren K. Clark)
Vibrant and exciting tales from the garden are weaved into a heavenly quilt. Preserved for an eternal memory. And consistently revealed to future seedlings, as lessons for how the art of womanhood should be. Spiritual diaries in the sacred culture of woman!
(Photograph and Edits By Lauren K. Clark)