My teacher called me on the phone last night. I don't know what he
was calling about.

  He said that I was still in the garden, and that this was what the
garden currently looked like.  My tears of frustration changed to tears
of relief at this news.  I think I'll try some sewing today.

*

   Judy, I can see now that being in the process is always here, but I
cannot remember it. Your wonderful posts are
a reminder to me.

I am thinking that I am a very elastic being. As far and as wide as my
mind can stretch, it also can pull that far tight and closed.
  I felt that I'd been cast out of
the garden