Priming is the act of intentionally imagining what is going to happen and feeling the way you’d like to feel about it, sometimes even imagining all the joyful possibilities that could occur. The twin sister of priming, by default, is worry.

We notice things for the first time when we discover their value.

If our lives can flash before our eyes at the point of death, so did I see, with horror, a vision of myself preparing and assembling the mix entirely that night.

We have learned and grown together in our forest garden. Over the years, children have hidden beneath the Goumi’s canopy and have plucked its berries in June.

Celebrations at the shift in recession of lightness or dark can bring our attention to all that Mother Earth is and offers. It is an opportunity to notice how we, in parallel, experience darkness and light within our own natural rhythms of growth and creativity.

Soft, cool water invited my cares to flow away, invited me to let go and enjoy the moment. Water is sacred, and water is love.

His home is clearly everywhere, his touch and his vision stretch from sunny cabins and older growth plantings to the infant rows of seedlings.

What could be has arrived. Not exactly what I expected, but that’s another story. For now, I am celebrating with you the beauty of this.

For someone who has for decades gasped at the slightest mishap, this easy-going response blew my mind. It seems I am truly rewiring my nervous system.

I love how the garden offers its gifts in waves. I receive and give back in like rhythm. We adjust to one another, we grow together.

When I attended Amy Porterfield’s online business training with over 4,000 people, I had no idea that I would meet the accountability buddy of my dreams.

Lovage — it’s bright green, out, and proud. It’s also in my every salad this spring.

A delicious and beautiful seasonal harvest dinner inspired hang-up-ready original art that passed undercover through the U.S. postal system. What a gift. We are born to play with one another.

Asparagus are perennial; no need to replant yearly. These noble plants provide and provide and provide for our family with aplomb, no matter the chill.

I had wished for an elder veteran to care for in a way that was easy and fun. Then my cat introduced me to James, all that and so much more, only a block away.

Root, leaf, and flower, these tenacious and boldly beautiful plants show up at every garden party, invited or not.

At the end of the day, it’s the relationships we come home to that matter. Our commitment to loving one another and making it work no matter what. That’s the win.

As the cut branches fell to earth, he freed and made space for blossoms that burst forth only days later.

We’ve all been there … the expected or unexpected deep dive into darkness. Maybe we went alone and maybe with friends or family. But there, at the edge of our comfort zone, we redefined ourselves in ways that nobody could have predicted.

My arms and shoulders celebrate their strength with delightful aches from pulling, and I’m in wonder again at the gift of dancing with these plants in spring.