How blessed are we with blessings of new beginnings, of innocent pieces of time that are yet untouched. they hold magic and all the lovely things. It is a strange thing how the newness of it all can be so delicately invigorating. Like strands of pearls or ivy or seeds, we are all connected and somehow, we all figure out how to grow alongside our once-strangers and forever-friendships. We talk about the likelihood of things and laugh to ourselves, unknowing of the miracles that happen to us every day. The promise of, not only tomorrows, but the promise of what is still to come today, and the mystery of it all. Like the tiniest bloom of life that sprouts from the Earth, are we not sprouts ourselves? Eager for light, treading through storms + winds, we are strong in our fragile nature. & I look forward to greeting the gardens of the morning with a brilliant energy of faith that people can be good.