Such a tiny little tree growing alone in the center of a bed of sandstone boulders. It slim trunk and tiny little green branches drew my eyes. Then the moment of awe when the camera revealed its fragile looking roots. Its tenuous hold upon the earth and vulnerable undaunted roots securing its position took my heart. I have no doubt that not a single pro and con tally sheet supports its hold. No what if flows with its determined sap and life. No doubt that a call to the sun, wind, rain, snow, nor the shifting sand for a better view, stronger earth, or more suitable position would even be a passing thought. A seed was planted. The shell broken by a tiny sprout that reached for the sun and reached down into the earth. Its nature is to grow. And that is all.  May my own fragility and tenuous holds be as strong and natural. May I trust the Sweet Hands of Life knowing the same seed is within me. I am the seed.