You can raise hell about the weather and be outraged about the failure of seeds to grow, or plants to bear fruit but that won’t get you a crop. I love those hapless hopefuls that get up and do it again. And again. And again. Here’s to all persevering warriors for the Human Spirit.
Those willing to come face to face with hurting, grieving, struggling human beings. Working around small tables not big rooms. Showing up even when success is unlikely. Being present.
I’m really not that interested in latest celebrity awakening/crush/accomplishment/opinion/blog. Every single day I look for the practitioners. The people up to their elbows in work. On the ground. Where the spotlight rarely falls. And I give them everything I’ve got to share. 
