About The Compassionate Gardener DD
Self-growth, empathy, Joy, understanding, light-ness, inner balance...
“Tend to your own garden with compassion; honour others’ spaces with kindness.” ~ DD🌻
I am DD - The Compassionate Gardener. I write for You in order to plant the seeds of empathy wherever they are needed.
Be the Creator of the life You find worth getting up for every morning!
My story
The Compassionate Gardener has been created during my time doing a horticulture course in Ireland back in 2015.
The idea for the name “The Compassionate Gardener” came because I used to work in the caring and gardening field, minding the life of our most vulnerable beings until I came to a point in my life that I needed a niche for my own self to retreat to and write which turned into meditation and helped me cultivate my own inner balance – peace.
I am a compassionate gardening writer that enjoys inspiring people to Be the Change they like to see and feel in themselves.
My first steps for an online community was once laid with Facebook, where I used to have a page with more than 1.000 members until I decided that I had and am enough. It was time for me to leave and spread my wings and focus on what I enjoy most – writing.
"Where there is love and inspiration, I don’t think you can go wrong."~ Ella Fitzgerald
You can discover me and my writing here https://www.thecompassionategardener.com/, or on my personal Substack: https://dd1977.substack.com.
What's next:
I’m shifting back toward the memoir. The deeper excavation. The thread-work of lineage.
Of women.
Of silence.
Of survival.
It’s a journey into the marrow of who made me, what shaped me, and when I began to know, with certainty, what no longer belonged to me. This isn’t just about writing. It’s about recognizing the subtle moments of departure.
The sacred no.
The instinctive recoil from what once felt familiar.
The breath that says, quietly but firmly:
This is a no. This just doesn't feel good.
This is your life. How does that make you feel?
This is where you return to yourself.
I no longer bend to spaces that feel wrong in my body. I no longer question my knowing when no one else speaks up. I do not need consensus to claim clarity.
Because every time I honor a boundary, I rewrite the narrative, and that not just for myself, but for the women and anyone else who came before me, and didn’t get to tend to their own garden with compassion.
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