And thinking about it now, perhaps it hasn’t really happened overnight—the slipping in—but what has helped is being occupied, almost straightaway, in learning to tend and grow, prune and harvest. In this, I’ve found something I hadn’t anywhere before—purpose. Which sounds grand and exalted, I know, but truly, I’ve realized, it is merely to sleep well at night and to wake up knowing you are needed—by someone, a plant, a pet, a person, the world, yourself.
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