A long time ago I knew of a garden surrounded by rose bushes. "To keep the neighbours out" said the owner proudly. Beauty used for all the wrong reasons, I thought.
Musing aloud recently I spoke of my desire to make my next garden a place to draw people in. A place to wander into, no permission required. Grass paths leading from the road for the curious to follow.
"Are you mad?" "Stuff will be stolen" "Damaged" "People will take advantage" "Vagrants" "Liability" "Unsafe" "Gossip"
"It's about trust" I ventured.
"Oh, you're such a Pollyanna," groaned one friend.
Oh no, my dears. It is because I could be described once thus
She has secrets & she trusts no one.
she's the perfect example of betrayal.
because everyone she trusted, broke her
but grew to know this
If we really want to be full and generous in spirit,
we have no choice but to trust at some level.
The Honour System:
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The above photograph was generously donated by the lovely Diane Schuller who understands about trust and sharing and a lot of other things too. Read her post about the honour system here.