I don’t have the words but I can quote those who do.

A few thoughts and ideas that resonated with me, and perhaps with you, on this full moon.

As I described the troubles I had this year with my vegetable garden, a new patient replied “I’ve only been gardening for all my life,which is about 50 years.

Only 50! That’s not very much. Every year is different, and there’s always something new to learn.”

“Tenderness is the most modest form of love. It is the kind of love that does not appear in the scriptures or the gospels, no one swears by it, no one cites it. It has no special emblems or symbols, nor does it lead to crime, or prompt envy.

It appears wherever we take a close and careful look at another being, at something that is not our ‘self’.

Tenderness is spontaneous and disinterested; it goes far beyond empathetic fellow feeling. Instead it is the conscious, though perhaps slightly melancholy, common sharing of fate. Tenderness is deep emotional concern about another being, its fragility, its unique nature, and its lack of immunity to suffering and the effects of time. Tenderness perceives the bonds that connect us, the similarities and sameness between us. It is a way of looking that shows the world as being alive, living, interconnected, cooperating with, and codependent on itself.” — Olga Tokarczuk