I know this sounds a little woo-woo to some of you, but it was a wonderfully insightful reading that helped me quite a bit at the time. My grandfather's words have always stayed with me. This week has been a particularly hellish week. My brother is dead and I seem to be putting out little fires every time I turn a corner.
In an effort to stay sane and grounded, I've been working in my garden. I take my shoes off and feel the earth support my body. I tend to little plants and listen to little animals. I create my own nourishment. I weed. I harvest. I breathe. And I let the tears come.
The photos above were taken by me in my garden.