It rained all night. The morning brought a brooding sky, not sure if it was through sulking yet. A call from the daughter. Issues. Listen. Talk. Console. Soothe. Send her on to face her day. I slip out to my garden to replenish my soul; center myself before starting my day helping my patients. Julia Cameron advocates writing Morning Pages, which I have begun, but my garden meditation opens me up to the day.
Photos by Angeline M/Taken with Droid