I left a big part of my soul in Vietnam 50 years ago. I mourn that loss still. My journey into recovery from PTSD — into growth, wholeness, and peace — lay in great part with a garden. Here there was no enemy; nothing to fear: No noise, no crowds, no expectation. My garden is a place of love and connection with the cycles of life. A place of creation.
I rely on it being predictable, but delight in its surprises.