6 Years Sober and Rewilding
Reflections on consciousness, newts, gardening and sobriety
Last week I was six years sober, and I didn’t even write about it. Yet. Because I can’t stop gardening.
Lately, I’ve been spending every spare moment in the garden. Is this procrastination? I’m on the second draft of my third novel, after all, and have hopes of finishing it this year. And…