When our own conditions seem less than ideal, mums encourage us to consider the possibility that when others might whither, we can thrive.

I wonder how often our fear of change is itself more difficult than that which the change requires. I wonder how often we lose our flow in fear.

Marc and I were in Columbus over the weekend. Before we left town we stopped by the Clintonville Farmer’s Market. It’s the kind of place where the honey salesman tells you he can’t sell you anything until the bell rings and long lines form at booths as the opening hour approaches.