The urgency of hurriedness shows no mercy.
I was told that hurry is not from the devil. It is the devil.
I often wonder why my propensity to gravitate towards stress is chronic.
It has everything to do with the Garden.
Ahh ... my parents fell at Eden.
My distant father, the gardener, had to be relocated for health issues.
He contracted malignant sin.
All was dying until the coming of the new CareTaker.
I now experience a settled existence.
I am bought back to the Garden.
Not the Garden of Eden ...
... but the Garden of Gethsemane.
It was there, where my soul was tilled back to life.
photography: Stella P. Sison