“And it seemed as though for a moment, the world encapsulated them in a giant sigh. As if the world was exhausted by humanityby the bellows of war and bullets, of hateful cries and grieving tears. O...”

“That had always been the beauty of the wind. It could only be seen through its actions, its effect on others. A gentle reminder that reality does not only exist in the seeable, the palpable, the un...”

“When we stand up for what we believe infor whats rightthere is always a chance that we risk the very things we fight for: our safety, our lives, our freedom. But if we stand down, the risk is defin...”

“When a caterpillar bursts from its cocoon and discovers it has wings, it does not sit idly, hoping to one day turn back. It flies.”

“I have never known anyone to win a battle waged against his emotions. When a sentiment hoists his glimmering blade into the air, the battle is lost before it has begun.”

“This was where war happened, in someones backyard. Sometimes it was yours. Often, it was someones a world away. But it did happen. In this moment. In the next breath. Every day.Every day, someone l...”

“What is it about human nature that when we are touched in a way that is life changing we want to share the experience with others. I have to think it is about bringing gifts from spirit back to the...”

“Anthropocentric as [the gardener] may be, he recognizes that he is dependent for his health and survival on many other forms of life, so he is careful to take their interests into account in whatev...”

“In the same way that the picturesque designers were always careful to include some reminder of our mortality in their gardens -- a ruin, sometimes even a dead tree -- the act of leaving parts of th...”

“By bringing a soulful consciousness to gardening sacred space can be created outdoors.”

“Regardless of geographical region or culture gardening is perhaps the most common and shared experience of Nature.”

“Were all given gifts in life, its what we do with them that shows us what weve learned.”

“The strongest and most mysterious weeds often have things to teach us.”

“Wisteria hangs over the eaves like clumps of ghostly grapes. Euphorbia's pale blooms billow like sea froth. Blood grass twists upward, knifing the air, while underground its roots go berserk, goosi...”