Last weekend I worked in the yard, cutting trees and turning over soil. I bagged leaves, weary from the winter decay. At the end of the day, I lined the bags along the curb and dragged my body into the shower, washing away the earthy soil that were marks of my labor. Finally, I sat down on the couch. I felt good. Satisfied. That’s what work does. It refreshes the soul, it rejuvenates the spirit and charges the body. It’s... Read more














