We have to dare to be ourselves, however frightening or strange that self may prove to be..

Joy, happiness ... we do not question. They are beyond question, maybe. A matter of being. But pain forces us to think, and to make connections ... t….

I think of the trees and how simply they let go, let fall the riches of a season, how without grief (it seems) they can let go and go deep into their….

Everything that slows us down and forces patience, everything that sets us back into the slow circles of nature, is a help. Gardening is an instrumen….