Freud or Farming?

If you read the previous recent posts (before Alaska) you know that I haven't exactly been shy about how my whole family situation has affected me emotionally. I have continued to struggle with myself and my thoughts regarding the situation, and was close to making an appointment to see a counselor who could help me sort through all of it so that I could have some clarity in the matter. I may do that yet, I don't know. But I'll tell you what's helped most of all: gardening. Yep, you read right. I planted a garden in the hopes that the hard physical work and the distraction would help me sort of work through the situation a bit. It's incredible that working with dirt can really work out all sorts of frustrations. I gardened for six hours the other day, and as a result, I have planted a vegetable garden containing: eggplant, cauliflower, romaine lettuce, asparagus, cabbage, rhubarb, tomatoes, 4 varieties of peppers, cucumbers, zucchini, and yellow squash. Going back today to water and weed I just stood there looking at it with a feeling of accomplishment. Tomorrow I plan to plant my herb garden which will have: basil, parsley, oregano, marjoram, thyme, rosemary, chives, and sage.

And I have to say that things are looking up. It's not that I've reached some great understanding or acceptance of the way things are, but my frustration level with the whole thing has dramatically lessened.

So it seems that Mother Earth makes a pretty fine counselor, indeed.