On Mother's Day, let us pause to celebrate all who nurture in the way of the wise ones. The wisdom of May Sarton, as she writes about her mother, guides us

True gardeners cannot bear a glove
Between the sure touch and the tender root,
Must let their hands grow knotted as they move
With a rough sensitivity about
Under the earth, between the rock and shoot,
Never to bruise or wound the hidden fruit.
And so I watched my mother's hands grow scarred,
She who could heal the wounded plant or friend