# Angle of rest that does not think to rest

This little garden unknowingly became the resting place of my life.

One morning, light sunlight sifted through the green leaves that surrounded the little house like a natural embrace; light winds blew the pink, purple and white flowers gently leaning; the faint fragrance of flowers floated in the air.

A small white round table sits in the middle of the lawn. There are two chairs like prepared for a conversation that doesn't have a hurry. Some days I make tea. Some days I just hold a cup of warm coffee and sit and listen to the birds.

There's no rush here.

No one asked what to do next.

No one measures the value of a day with success.

There is only the sound of the wind.

Leaf sound

And a heart that slowly comes back to peace.

I discovered that.

A good life may not always be a great life.

But it is life that has a small angle for us to take a deep breath.

And I feel like I'm really "here."

So this garden is not just a garden.

But it's Guy's shelter.

And the rest of the heart.

And every time I sit at this little table,

I always smile softly to myself.

Because in the end,

I also found a place that really puts the heart to rest 🌦️