Another Beginning
In the soil of becoming.
Welcome.
This is another beginning—
soft and tender,
still muddled and spinning.
Soil for slow words,
for questions still forming—
of values that root and reach,
and a practice of restoring.
Seedlings deep in the dirt,
hidden, resting, yet alive—
patiently waiting to sprout,
eager for Spring to arrive.
What grows here may be tender,
messy, incomplete—
a kind of searching,
a path for traveling feet.
For now,
this place is simply soil—
a patch of ground
where ideas can uncoil.
Cradled by the Earth,
called forth by the light—
waiting to see
what might breathe into life.
In tending,
Melissa
Wow!
Love this. Thank you 🙏🏻