One morning recently I lay in bed, not wanting to get up because then I would have to face so many responsibilities.  I felt a tightness in my chest and an emptiness in my gut, which is how I feel if I don’t have enough time to myself.  I was so worn out, I felt like giving up.  But I knew that wasn’t a good idea, so I prayed a bit and meditated, but that didn’t do it, and I knew my mom needed me, so I got up and gave my mom her medicine, made her breakfast, did the other things I do in the mornings.  I tried to…

Hope In the Garden In the garden, one cabbage, some kale, and some turnips are left to be harvested. The raspberries are gone, and soon I will pick the kiwis and the green tomatoes.  Other crops are growing: garlic, winter lettuce, spinach, broccoli, but they won’t be ready to pick for a while. So most of the harvest is in.  We’ve eaten all but a few of the delicata squash, and spring garlic is in a basket in the dining room.  Living in the city as we do, we don’t really have much of a fall harvest.  At least not of food.  But day by day, we harvest love, hope,…