Clearing Space Reflecting back on April, I find myself contemplating psychic detritus—all the mental and emotional clutter we carry that no longer serves us. Old interpretations, outdated beliefs, defensive reactions, heavy thought patterns. Like overgrown weeds, this detritus takes up space and prevents new growth. Spring gardening teaches us that clearing away what's dead or spent isn't just maintenance. It's essential for what wants to emerge. Years ago, when I first began gardening, I...

Renewal Reflecting back on March, I find myself contemplating renewal—not as fresh starts that erase what came before, but as emergence that carries forward everything that's decomposed and transformed beneath the surface. This year, March marked the one-year anniversary of my mother's death. The timing feels significant, almost poetic. Spring arrived on the exact day I lost her, as if nature wanted to teach me something about how endings and beginnings live together. I felt sadness, of...

Holding Love and Difficulty As we begin to wrap February, I find myself contemplating a profound paradox: how we hold love and difficulty simultaneously, refusing to collapse into one or the other. During a hike with my dogs early this month, I discovered something remarkable—someone had walked the word "LOVE" into the snow on a hillside. Each letter was traced by footsteps through fresh powder, a deliberate act of creating beauty in harsh conditions. It struck me as the perfect embodiment of...