“My sister died when I was 7 months pregnant - my garden saved me from grief”

'....There isn’t a magic cure for grief. Gardening didn’t make it go away or hurt less, but it sowed in me a deep and fierce hope that helped me to live again...'

"a work which interlaces a fierce hope with an understanding of the fragility and randomness of life"

Speaking with Women's Health about the complexities of deep grief in new motherhood, the ways in which pain and wonder co-exist and cracking open more honest conversations around what it means to lose someone you love.

“My Sister Died When I Was Pregnant. I Had No Idea How Differently People Would Treat Me As A Result”

'...To bring life into this world is hard. To let it go, equally so. Perhaps, if we let ourselves be honest about this, we’d find the words for times like these....'

“‘A place of intense love and sadness: Experiencing grieving alongside new motherhood”

'...As I watched other mothers seemingly manage without this pain, as people cooed and petted, I wondered how I could tell them about my sister, about what had happened, about this grief I carried within me, but there was no space for that...'

“Using gardening to cope with a diabetes diagnosis”

'...even though things might not be perfect, even though there might be things that are hard and hurt, even though the ground may be broken, this soil still holds the potential to nurture and grow our dreams...' 

Gardening With My Son: Lessons in Loss and Wonder

"...Like all deep learning, it was always both ways. What knowledge I shared from experience, he returned with the curiosity and magic that is the natural state of being a child...'

Press and Journal Opinion

“...We are not under 'invasion'; we are not at war with those who arrive seeking hope on these shores...”

'An Orkney Miracle Drink': How wildflowers heal us, inside and out

'Like Gretel in the fairy tale, I followed the trail of seeds and weeds back to their word-roots, discovering spell-like Orcadian names that rolled off the tongue: pulderuck (bog asphodel), smero (tormentil), spoot girs (angelica)...'
“I became a wild gardener -- it changed my life”

'...The language around gardening is still rooted in domination; the garden a place of mastery, and nature is something to be contained. For many, the wild garden will always be a symptom of losing control. 

Which of course, it is. But sometimes, losing control is exactly what we need to do.'