i remember a couple of years ago, my youngest daughter and i put an avocado seed into a glass, and left it on a shelf in the kitchen. it was our second attempt.

it dried out. it cracked. a small root seemed to be peeking through… maybe.

was it laziness? was it faith? i’m not sure. i kept it way after i believed there was anything living there; consciously so. i guess that’s faith.

then one day i noticed that life was sprouting forth—and it grew.

i look at myself in this moment; or moments of writing… and i see growth. it is slow. it is taking faith.

it’s natural. i am grateful for the natural manner in which we grow. it is beautiful. 🙂