A few Sundays ago, I felt twisted like a pretzel. I longed to be relaxed like our dog Bailey stretching in the sun so I visited the Elizabeth Gamble Garden Center.
Photo used by permission via Flickr User: Ed Bierman
Several years ago, I would've forged ahead and ignored my need for play.
I gave myself permission to spend forty-five minutes playing (i.e., having no purpose other than enjoy).
As soon as I step onto the garden's grounds, its beauty slowly unwinds the coils around my soul. Pin... [More]