Create Your Own Nourishment

A few years ago, I went to a psychic. At one point during the reading, my grandfather's energy entered the space. The psychic said that he appeared to be standing over a gas stove, cooking soup in a large pot. He wanted to tell me something - something for me to remember when I feel lost or alone. He said, "Create your own nourishment."

I know this sounds a little woo-woo to some of you, but it was a wonderfully insightful reading that helped me quite a bit at the time. My grandfather's words have always stayed with me. This week has been a particularly hellish week. My brother is dead and I seem to be putting out little fires every time I turn a corner.

In an effort to stay sane and grounded, I've been working in my garden. I take my shoes off and feel the earth support my body. I tend to little plants and listen to little animals. I create my own nourishment. I weed. I harvest. I breathe. And I let the tears come.

The photos above were taken by me in my garden.