I planted seeds some time ago. They have been rooting in the dark soil, reaching their flowering potential.
Today I see the first opening, first light, blossoming.
And now I wait to see how this unfolds. Knowing I made these wishes, these prayers, then forgot. Then noticed, with childlike curiosity, bubbling, at what is about to be.
Nothing is lost, the beginning is the past, the unfolding is the future, the opening is here.
Janice Turner Salmon 