A garden offers ground for growth, not only for plants that nourish and delight, but for engagement of self and world. Whether in the back forty acres or a small sunlit corner, for man or woman alike, to partake in the specific act of nurturing life brings insight not found in other pursuits. There is a sacramental element in watching a living thing flourish under our care toward its full potential, and what this nurturing opens in us becomes written on the human soul.
Our eyes are
the eyes of the universe
reflecting upon itself...
We look at the stars,
they look back at themselves
through us...
Lisen to the universe,
stir the deep memory ...
thus do we know
what we are to do.