My mom is a master gardener and I grew up on a farm. I came back to it really late in life and discovered that despite how lazy and inattentive I was as a child, I had managed to accidentally learn quite a bit about gardening.

I guess what I want to learn is how to live in this world and enjoy its delights but also devote myself to God.

You know the old adage: Plant an expectation, reap a disappointment.

When I tried this morning, after an hour or so of unhappy thinking, to dip back into my meditation, I took a new idea with me: compassion. I asked my heart if it could please infuse my soul with a more generous perspective on my mind's workings. Instead of thinking that I was a failure, could I perhaps accept that I am only a human being--and a normal one, at that?

I've read that under trauma, that you have this ability to kind of disconnect from the experience.

Because I know something that you don't know. I know that this is the worst experience of your life, but I also know that someday you'll move past it and you'll be fine. And helping somebody likej you through the worst experience of her life is incredibly gratifying.

Change is all about motion, motion is all about uncertainty and we are deeply uncomfortable with uncertainty.