Our Garden...one evening
Story 3; (See STORY 1 for details of this Free Book competition)
“Quite peaceful isn’t it Ben? Everyone minding their own business, no fighting, no crying…peace in the land of the early birds….” “Yes, the energy in this garden is particularly ‘alive with joy’… the joy of this moment!” “You are content I see…?” “Yes, even though I miss my beloved mother…my heart is in this moment.” “You’ve never thought you’re missing out on life?” “What? How? How can I miss out on life?”
“Flying? Andreas, I’m a dog…” “Yes, yes Ben…just wondering if you don’t want to see the world, see other places, travel with your mother…do what others do…?” “To you this may sound strange, but in this little garden I have found a most amazing, gentle energy. It’s an excitement, an exhilaration that’s just always with me. I think some humans experience it sometimes ‘from the outside’ like falling in love…or doing some things that really pump them up… but for me … it’s with me, whether I’m sad, or happy, or angry… whether I’m on my own, next to Rebecca or with my beloved mother. There is this…I don’t know…this ‘rush’…” “Ben…” “Yes?” “It’s called Windhorse. You have discovered Windhorse. How right my clever friends from a very far beautiful country are…nothing or no one can ‘give’ it to you … ‘it’s a bank of self-existing energy that is always available to you’1 …” “Andreas! Windhorse…I wanted to ask…” “Ben, come quick, mother is on the phone, Ouma (granny) is talking to her… quick come!”