I planted some seeds a couple weeks ago. No clue whether they would grow as the original bed so difficult to clear after years of an absent tender. This morning I was greeted by tiny sprouts. I laughed to think that I did not know if they were returning “weeds” or perhaps a few seeds had taken root. Watering the new growth I laughed again. Were they not perfect reminders of greeting each moment as it is, without a label or story. To celebrate new growth in this moment. Whether intended or not, whether seeds I planted or perhaps “another”… new life had arisen seeking the sun. I whispered welcome whoever you are. And with a bow offered gratitude to the earth and sun.