Every life is a seed to be sown.
I watched in fascination as the offspring of a conifer delicately made their journey from one season of life to another. Spinning playfully from tree boughs to the forest floor, moved me to reflection. So much preparation and design had gone into their brief journey. I realize that our purposefully crafted bodies transport us. Ours is a brief journey no less, and just as pregnant with significance. For where and how the seed of my life is sown, there I will take root in a new and different existence.
“Except a grain of wheat falls into the ground and dies, it remains alone. But if it dies, it brings forth
