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Dancing in the garden, is where I feel most free. 
Dancing for possibility, between hope and regret. 
I stumble across a mighty big tree. 
I improvise freely, and craft a small responsive vignette. 
As I design this imaginary garden of fake believe. 
I lean to the sunlight in my co-ordination of choreographic choices,
I came here to connect, to heal, to endure, to escape, to learn, to express myself freely. 
To stimulate and sustain a vision for the wellness garden, shaped by multiple voices.
Finding the shade, to take shelter from the wind. I feel the presence of nature so deeply. 
Contemplating position, direction and outlook of this imaginary transformative space. 
Sat at the base of the tree, Lifting my gaze, to the nests, within the branches. 
A space for blue sky thinking, permaculture and play. 
Many paths, of intricate paving, I start dancing. 
Pretty flowering plants every colour of the rainbow surrounding me as I dance my cares away. 
Dancing in the space beyond the walls. 
This is my creative haven. Noticing the wildlife in the pond’s reflections.
The flow of feelings and creativity. Nature calls. 
Sitting on the swings. I gather my questions. 
Moving as I filled my lungs with air from outdoors. 
Unearth what might get in the way in my creative hub.
Long grasses. Beautiful trees with stories to tell.
Over grown, overspilling borders. Ever green shrubs. 
Greenery. Permeable ground. An imaginary wishing well. 
Greenery. Permeable ground.
Roses climbing the wall. Landscapes filled with endless potential.
The musical score of bird sounds. 
Open spaces to run, skip, play.
To crawl through the overgrown meadow.
Through green open spaces, and nature’s display. 
To sit on the swings, and gain height and momentum, 
A space to connect to my truest self and to find my way. 
To climb the tree to the highest points, to enjoy a different view of the garden.
This dance is free. The dance is permaculture. 
In this relaxing sanctuary. This garden will flourish.