Sometimes we can mark our progress most easily in the small steps : the acquisition of skills we doubted we possessed and abilities we had forgotten or allowed to atrophy.
So with me! I had convinced myself that I had no aptitude for matters practical, and that gardening, in particular, was way beyond my ken.
Since moving to Glastonbury, however, this want of confidence – for that is what it boils down to in essence – has been challenged time and again: erecting an IKEA chest of drawers; mowing the lawn regularly; experimenting with plants – some in pots, some dug into the hungry soil; cooking for friends; opening my home to visitors and visiting others (almost unheard of in recent years); keeping the house clean and tidy and materialising an inner vision, which has grown with me during the past year, through the rooms of my house and the…
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