There The Door Is Always Open Into

Whatever Peace I Know Rests In The Natural World, In Feeling Myself A Part Of It, Even In A Small Way.

What Is Destructive Is Impatience, Haste, Expecting Too Much Too Fast.

Gardening Gives One Back A Sense Of Proportion About Everything - Except Itself.

Joy, Happiness ... We Do Not Question. They Are Beyond Question, Maybe. A Matter Of Being. But Pain Forces Us To Think, And To Make Connections ... To Discover What Has Been Happening To Cause It. And, Curiously Enough, Pain Draws Us To Other Human Beings In A Significant Way, Whereas Joy Or Happiness To Some Extent, Isolates.

When I Am Working I Immediately Feel Hopeful.