The Expert Within
After my brain injury left me hypersensitive and anxious, I realized the “weeds” taking over my Minnesota yard—violets, chickweed, dandelion—weren’t actually weeds at all. They were exactly the healing plants I needed. Apparently my soil had been writing prescriptions while I was still figuring out what was wrong.
What if the weeds in your life—those unwelcome thoughts, twists, or disruptions—were actually nutrient-rich messengers? In this reflection, a garden becomes a metaphor for inner growth, and weeding becomes a sacred practice of discernment and self-trust.
After a melanoma diagnosis, I canceled surgery and adopted baby goats. What began as a distraction became something far more healing. This is a story about listening for wisdom, rewriting endings, and how a garage—and a life—can shift from imprisonment to finally finding home.
Quick, automatic thoughts that pop up in daily life—often shaped by old beliefs and past experiences.