I believe we create our own suffering when we strive to attain the perishables, pleasure and happiness. When they occur its lovely. It’s a hot day outside followed by playing in a cool river. It’s a buoyant conversation with a person crossing your path. It’s the blink of a season that sour cherries are in the markets. Point is its momentary.

Yet even once the pleasurable moment has passed, vitality remains. Looking to the garden, once the plants are harvested the real potential and vitality is in the soil. The essential foundation for nourishment is dirt. I love the truth, optimism, and hope of that.

An empty bed may look dismal but in fact it is just preparation for a bountiful season.