In recent years I have done some of my best crying in the garden.
I the summer of 2004, I cried a lot in the garden because I was going through a divorce after 30 years of marriage. The end was very abussive and violent. The divorce was not granted until July 2005.
The garden was a great friend since it did not say anything and it listened to me while it caressed my whole body and soul.
In 2003, August, my best friend died a rather herific death and my world came to an end. The garden was my crying place. I have cried there, and I have gotten drunk there.
After the death of my brother and beloved Mother, the garden was my chosen place to mourn their death. There was something to drink and the most sacred place to mourn them.
I know that my garden will always be there to comfort me. I cry in my garden. It cries with me.
