I used to be all about the garden (starting the day after 9/11), but then things took me Traveling at the Speed of Bike elsewhere.
For the past few years, God has been holding a space for me out there (that’s honestly the only way to describe it, if you knew the whole story), and now I find myself circling back, knowing I’m not yet done with it (or it with me). Knowing the garden and the bike have been forces too powerful in my life to not one day combine in ways I can only now imagine. Knowing that I am learning what I need to know in preparation for what is next.
In the meantime, it asks practically nothing of me, and gives so much at times, or at least always enough. Always, miraculously, enough.