Garden 91

One can’t help but to feel a sense of melancholy at a certain age. The glories of youth are fading fast, yet what lies ahead, regardless of how splendid, often exceeds what this aging body can handle.

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As the sun in our lives gets ready to make its final curtain call, matters of yesteryears or that of the future, turn trivial and the only pertinent question is– “what do I want to do now?” My answer: to share with you my collection.

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My rock collection is extensive, and it took a while before I realized each of the rocks, with their own unique characteristics, tells a tale of me. Some are simple, steadfast, and docile, yet some are arrogant and audacious.

In the eyes of my observant friends, this special kindred tie between my collection and me should be no surprise, for my garden of rocks is a reflection of my heart. A tour of Garden 91 is essentially an exploration to my soul. The good-natured lion cub, the ferocious mythical beast, the gentle Bodhi dharma, and even those eccentric creatures are all me. If it weren’t for that initial beckoning in which they called to me, these rocks would not be here. Using whatever strength and time is left in me, I have assembled these rocks and created a space in which they too, can extend their greetings to you.

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There are spirits in all things yet humans are the ones with emotions. These objects have come in all forms, carrying with them their own style and flairs, and in return, I value them as cherished treasures.

The garden is not here to impress, but rather, to quench the thirsty souls.

Whether the garden takes you on a ride down memory lane, or a quiet stroll guided by the whispering of Mother Nature, I hope the garden serves its purpose.

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Welcome, everyone.