“Do you love me?” Yes I do … “Are you my father?” Yes, I am … “Who is my mother?” Hard to say … there is a bit of inbreeding “What?” There are your brothers and sisters in you … “How does that happen?” I helped it happen … [Raised leaf-brow] “So how was I…
Herbs — A Gateway to Freedom and Abundance
As a child, I hated the family garden. It represented work. It represented indentured servitude. It represented poverty. There isn’t more evidence in my life of the difference perspective can make. Growing into a man, my perspective changed when my attitude changed — when I stopped working a garden for others and started working it…