The beauty of my grandmother’s garden, or any garden, for that matter, is that what a tree discards is just as beautiful as what it grows. Walking is an art of discovering and uncovering. I love making ‘mandalas’ in nature because it’s not about creating perfection- it’s about participating in nature, allowing it to speak to you, and then letting it go. The next day, I visited my mandala to see if it was still intact. The dogs had trampled it, flowers were missing, but it was just as ‘complete’ as it was the day before.