Trying to find zen.
Growing up my mother had a rock garden in the front of our house. It wasn't fancy, and was often full of weeds. When we would visit her childhood home in southern Utah we would throw in a couple of big red rocks into our green VW van that was already full of kids, for the long trip back to Idaho.
The similarities only dawned on me at this moment between my mothers rock garden and the zen rock gardens in Japan. I now would like to think that my mothers rock garden gave her a little peace while dealing with her big brood. At least I hope it did. Here's to rock gardens.