You don't need a support group, you need a garden.
The Grief Garden
A woman in midlife asks who she really is- and finds the answer on her knees in the dirt. "Somewhere in the middle of my grief, I found my joy."
Her Garden
Who was I to judge a woman who'd been alone since November in the home she built with her husband of forty years?
Past the Line
A stranger asks her who supports her. It takes six years, a few heartbreaks, and an acre of dirt to answer.
Restraint
The woman with the clogged throat chakra became the woman everyone else trusts to open theirs.