Garden’s humming. Round wrinkled sugar peas, tiny as a baby’s fingernail, sprout new leaves and tendrils daily.  Two weeks ago I pushed 14 seeds, each into its own tiny hole, thinking “They will do all the work of growing. My job is to make sure the dirt will hold the just-right amount of water – not too much, not too little.”

Just maybe, in every aspect of my life, the seeds of new growth are already here. It’s possible I don’t have to worry about these seeds either, by reading stacks of self-help books… anxiously scanning to find the next fix for what feels broken. My job is to be. Relaxed, alert, expectant. Simply to nurture the soil in which new thoughts can take root.

What new beginning or sign of growth are you noticing as Spring arrives?