Gardening the mind.
Welcome to my garden...where therapy meets theology and comedy meets compost. Muddy hands and feet....clear mind and heart full of possibilities—that’s the mental space created every day as I redo my garden. Spring is in the air. The roots are deep. Are there promises yet to creep? Weeds grow faster than gossip. They pop up everywhere. The more you take them out, the more they reappear from nowhere—or rather, now from somewhere. Nothing happens in a vacuum. Every week, pruning and planting plays a role. Everything grows and glows in its own wonderful time. Weeds are surprisingly comparable to our habits, addictions, compulsions, and yes—exes. It’s a comedy of errors . As the gardener and I scraped up the first layer of grass, the same weeds showed up again in three to four days—as if they owned the place. And they brought cousins. Of course, we had to turn them out—with a treatment and a touch of determination. Sometimes, the struggle we humans have with our emo...