Tools of my Garden

I wanted a garden of gratitude

where each of my appreciations were seen.

If I could walk through and see all that made me happy

it would be most joyful.

Thing is, I don't know how.

With no green thumb, I didn't know

 where to start, nor how.

So I looked it up with a tool.

A tool, one of many. Using the internet

is so common now. It wasn't always.

We had books and encyclopedias.

The world is smaller and more connected.

Sometimes we just have to find what works.

And I did.

With help, I was able to visualize my history as roots,

my environment as soil, music as flowers.

I saw paths and trees from what matters to me

and the water that was my experience for it all.

I was able to see it all, with help.

Then I used to tool to at least make sense of what I was saying.

There was no garden tool used for this BloomNote.

It is not perfect, nor distilled, but I hope you can tell I am trying.

I am trying to make something within me visible.

I am trying to adhere to what is ethical.
 I am trying to understand the pros and the cons.

I hope you come to see the beauty of my garden rather than
worry about what was used to bring it to life.

I hope you can now see why I need someone to help make sense of my frantic nature.
I hope this is enough for you to see my thanks.

(Extended Thoughts Below)

I'm grateful for the tools that exist in humanity to help make life easier without a, what is the thing called that they, a garden hose? The little, is that the hand thing that you dig things with in a garden? I don't know what that's called, but if you tell me that, that'd be great. Um, but yeah, gardening. I know nothing about gardening, but I do know that it's difficult without tools. Much like with life. A lot of times I have big ideas, grand ideas, and it is very hard for me to communicate with others because I, of how I phrase things and because of how I speak and because of what I try to convey emotionally through my understanding of the words that I speak. But having tools, certain tools that I can use to help translate it into a way that makes sense to people is very helpful. I use tools for this, for the summary part of the Bloom Notes. That is what I do personally for right now.

 Many times I do write and add my own words to it. A Bloom Note is not always just a result of a garden tool being used, but it is something that is crafted with my intention and my watchful gaze as well. I do not intend for this garden to be something that is just made by a voice and a whim. I intend to craft and mold everything with these abilities. This is one that I will write on my own, without tools, and I do wish that I can learn to tend my garden more and more by relying on my own two hands and relying on the faith that things will work out as beautifully as I wish them to be. This is something that I am learning. It is something that I do believe can be at least utilized. I can definitely say the one thing about even using talk to text as I am, is that I'm not getting my points for typing with BongoCat, the game. So there's always a good and a bad to everything. Not a good and a bad, there's just an ebb and a flow. It goes one way and then it goes another way. The grass is always greener on the other side. And when others are doing something that is not familiar with us, it's strange and it's scary, but we are humans.

We have always used tools. We will use tools. It's just a matter of learning how to use them properly. And also learning how to adapt as needed.

The BloomNote with a tool reads as follows:

Title: Tools of my Garden 

I wanted a garden of gratitude
where each of my appreciations could be seen.

If I could walk through it,
and see all that has made me happy—
that would be joy.

The truth is… I didn’t know how.

I don’t have a green thumb.
I didn’t know where to start,
or what to do.

So I used a tool.

One of many.

The internet.
Something so common now—
but it wasn’t always.

Before that, there were books.
Encyclopedias.
Different tools for different times.

I just had to find what worked.

And I did.

With help,
I began to see it—

My past as roots.
My environment as soil.
Music as flowers.

Paths. Trees.
Water flowing through it all.

I could finally see my garden.

And with another tool,
I was able to shape my thoughts—
to make sense of what I was trying to say.

This Bloom Note, though—

was written by my own hands.

Not perfect.
Not distilled.

But real.

I am learning.

To create.
To understand.
To use what is available to me
without losing myself in it.

We have always used tools.

The only difference now
is learning how to use them well.

I hope you can see the beauty
of what I am trying to grow—

not just how it was made.

I am still learning
how to tend this garden.

But I am tending it. 🌿