Healing, Pruning, and Tilling

Gatekeeping my garden became an act of reverence.

I stopped offering access to spaces I hadn’t finished repairing.
I stopped allowing opinions to infiltrate fragile ground.
I stopped explaining why I needed quiet.

Because healing the soil requires stillness.

It requires sitting with what has decayed.
It requires pulling up roots that are no longer alive.
It requires acknowledging what has been lost.

Grief is not weakness.
It is evidence that something mattered and ignoring it will suffocate your new life.

So I began tilling my soil and fertilizing it with boundaries, rest, intentional beauty, and of course Ambiance.