As I ponder imponderables during this deep winter retreat time, I also plan for the next gardening season in the GANG garden. Late this month, a young garden and community activist, Stephanie, will move in with me and, in exchange for rent, serve as Director for this year’s growing season. Yes!
So. Stop wringing your hands in despair at the world’s condition. Your hands want to be in the soil instead. Your hands want to feel the Earth. Your hands want you to know that you are connected to everything alive.
