Little seeds planted on purpose with intention.
Little seeds dropped while I was looking the other way.
I feel them breaking open, changing. Seedlings slowly making their way into the world. So fragile & vulnerable as they break apart, no longer able to be mere containers of possibility.
They must grow. Each seedling must grow at its own pace, not to be rushed or forced.
I am letting the seeds germinate so they may grow quietly to bloom fully.