There’s something about the rush of wind in your hair when you’re cycling that’s totally invigorating. That is, until you find yourself face down on the ground.
Today I was out and about in my backyard. Not camping or half way around the country. Just outside. Thinking. Tending to my neglected garden. Pulling overgrown grass out of flower beds. Ripping ivy out from where it was suffocating garden rocks. It was like something came over me and I needed to get my hands in the earth. … More Hope in Nature