For the garden is the only place there is, but you will not find it
Until you have looked for it everywhere and found nowhere that is not a desert
(Auden)
I think depression, which I have known and know, can prove to be the catalyst of finding the garden. It can reveal the superficiality of so many of our hopes and possessions. Looking back I would not like to take two years of clinically diagnosed depression out of my life - its meaning and consequences have continued to morph. Sometimes now I'm surprised by joy. Surprised because I simply stumble along with little expectation or plan. When the joy comes it is known purely as gift.
Stay strong. Have faith and trust that all will be well. Be grateful for what you do have.
