I run my fingers through the dirt.

I sift, knead, and sort the earth in my palms.

I inhale the rich smell of the soil.


My soul smiles and unwinds.

I am in my secret haven.

I come here to recharge my depleted batteries.


I mix in organic fertilizer, careful to keep the balance.

If I add too much, I might burn the plant.

If I put minimal nutrients, the plant’s growth becomes compromised.


My lips curl upwards in amused understanding.

Tending to my garden is a reflection of my life.

Balance is key.


Oh! How it is easier said than done.