School for Souls In reverse our songs were sung as those born old were growing young. Our memories in the cosmic bank were gathered 'til each babe seemed blank. Then with amnesia we were hurled and stitched to this material world one breath at a time... each breath to bind us keeps unraveling behind us while we evolve thru preset goals in this material School for Souls. Hateful, violent souls demoted, hiding from the light above. Good-natured souls are all promoted closer to God's wondrous love. -E. J. N.	Our Garden Went Wild Our Garden Went Wild by E. Jaediker Norsgaard is a memoir/scrapbook. In it, a quirky, self-effacing teenager evolves into an empowered environmentalist living an unusual, miraculously guided, nature-oriented lifestyle with husband Campbell Norsgaard, a nature filmmaker who was featured in the National Geographic TV Special "The Hidden World". Each chapter reveals the gradual development of a rewarding philosophy to live by. It blends professional expertise and insights with the verbatim narrative of a personal journey. All are but parts of one stupendous whole, whose body Nature is and God the soul. Alexander Pope Cover Photo of Author by Helene Sand Excerpt from Our Garden Went Wild     So, through the folks' familiar banter I tried to watch "The Hidden World" ...the program that would forever change my life.     "Listen to this!" Aunt Anna was saying. "I was expecting company for dinner, so I was preparing. I opened three cantalopes and emptied all the seeds in the toilet. Later Max goes into the bathroom with a magazine and he's in there some time, then all of a sudden I hear a shriek! He calls me in and points to the toilet bowl. He was positive he had some terrible disease ... he got weak, he could hardly stand up. He wanted a doctor. I looked in the bowl and I thought I would die. Until I remembered I had emptied all the melon seeds.     Aunt Anna fanned her mountainous bosom with her embroiderd handkerchief. "As soon as I told him, he got stronger. Suddenly he was alright again. I'm telling you, you could die from him. For the least little thing..if he pees crooked, he runs to the doctor."     "It's not so serious," Mother said.     "What do you mean! When you have it, it's serious, believe me. It's like where's the best place for a boil? On someone else's neck."     On the TV screen, fragile Monarch butterflies were fluttering. For some reason I jumped up from the couch and walked close, almost leaning over the card players.     A nature-filmmaker, Campbell Norsgaard, was speaking with a mellow Scandinavian accent as wisps of his blond hair danced in the breeze of his backyard just across the Hudson River in New Jersey. "I tell the club ladies, don't grow roses and make yourself sick spraying them. Grow milkweed and Queen Anne's lace for the butterflies."     Immediately I knew that I had to get in touch and ask him to be the consultant for a Citizens for Clean Air project I was doing, to stop the Parks Department from spraying pesticide poisons. Watercolor by E. Jaediker Norsgaard