LISTEN CLOSELY, THE SEEDLINGS ARE AWAKENING

Where there is one, there are always more! A phase that Grandmother would always whisper while watching the emerging seeds germinate from beneath the amended soils. I would see the smile as I casually went about my chores on the farm. — Today I whisper the words that echoed from long ago and sometimes I even have to stop and look over my shoulder believing that my Grandmother is right next to me. The seedlings that have had to move earth, become part of the living and evolving shifts.