Soul time is supreme at this point in my life (my 60s). Not accumulation or professional achievement in the work-a-day world. It’s following the creative impulse, the joy of going deeper, unearthing treasure that conveys a morsel of truth for those who need it, including me. Don’t know if I can pull it off, but then it’s like gardening. I just need to do my job – the gardener in residence – sow the seeds, water the plants, harvest the fruit, share the bounty. There you go. A process to learn from, not tasks to be handled or a struggle to overcome. Sweet.