So what do I want to keep alive? What can I nurture in my proverbial greenhouse when it logically should be done growing, at least temporarily? And I decided that I have become converted to writing. It is a living, breathing, organic experience for me that really should, logically, be dormant in my life with all of the other things I am obligated (happily) to do. But it needs the experience and trial of growing when it isn't supposed to. It needs the sun through the glass and the mist of a good spray bottle. And in the cold months when I am scraping my windshield and driving home after dark, it will feel nice and cozy to come home and tend to my family and then to myself, even just a little, by visiting my greenhouse.
And thanks to Erin at Together for Good for this blog award. What a sweetie. And a great thinker/writer too.