Can you handle the abundance of recovery?
I took this photo today: a humid August afternoon in my backyard garden. I just spent an hour harvesting vegetables, batting at mosquitos, pulling weeds, chasing our free-range chickens from the garden, and dripping sweat. Abundance was a word that came to mind at the same moment of feeling totally overwhelmed. What the photo doesn't show is another 10 pounds of cucumbers in my fridge, a food dehydrator at-the-ready on my counter, a giant canning pot on the stove, and eggplan