On Blight

I feel like this is becoming more and more a year of blight. On my garden, of my body, in my soul, around the world. Like the life is draining out and I am powerless to stop it. I lived it so long that I never really noticed, but today it struck me. I simply went out to my back yard with a basket and scissors and I came back with some vegetables and a head full of this. It is a funny thing when clarity strikes. The hard becomes simpler while the simple becomes harder. Read more