After my grandmother died I started keeping a garden like she did, even though I always thought I hated gardening, and now I understand something about time and patience that I never learned before.
More people experience this than they realize.
Embodying the activities of those we have lost can become a form of communion that reveals previously hidden aspects of our own nature.
“Where Are You with Post-traumatic growth — what can grow in the soil of loss?”
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.