May our gardens nurture life with love and send our gratitude into the future. Before I speak, before I act, before I sow, tend, and reap, let me consider, "does this seed nurture life? Does it nurture love?"
This was painted in a little hogan in the Jamez mountains of New Mexico. We were staying with a former nun who had taken up mysticism. She had raised 13 orphans, several of whom were war refugees. She glowed with the light of a life filled with love made visible.