Feng Shui in the City
September 23rd, 2008
I sit here in the art garden, the Yorkville Park Garden, a most marvelous place within Toronto. The Edge, the vibe the beauty can be found in other places in the city but here, only here can one find these delightful long grasses to run ones hands through and these miraculous mini mature trees planted among the gravel. The rocks, oh the rocks. Alas the big one, cut to be transported and its scars remain a bit of a travesty although healing energy reigns around and due to it. And certainly the other large chunks, cut from the Canadian Shield are bliss enhancing. In the art garden, amongst the trees and near the grasses, breathing unto me their O2, and negative ions, bliss out, I relax in wonder.
Perhaps the feeling, inherent in the location comes form the earlier and bohemian energy granted Yorkville from decades of hippies and era of freedoms so lost to the common now
It matters not, for the serenity in watching the pigeons, or feeling the earthy rock vibe or basking in filtered sunlight under those trees, those trees cause me to re-wake the wonder of the first pages of the Lorax.
Yet the pigeons still swoop, the cars still hum by in an endless line and the chatter of people passing, while not unnoticed, becomes like the art, of the garden. I melt into this place knowing fully that it heals my soul, restoring balance from insanity and allowing the temporary alleviation of the ache of lacking green. Here in the city. Concrete. Glass. Growing daily. But these trees, these trees, that grass be where I leave my heart, my soul in Toronto.
Though the iron guard of our city is unaware. This healing place restores balance to the people and sanity to an insane reality. Reconnecting subtle ways to the energy from the earth without which we're less alive, and far less well. With these gardens the quality of life increases. With each public garden, cities become evermore humane.