We begin to recognize that we must nurture, tenderly, new sprouts. Sprouts of curiosity. Sprouts of courage.
A new truth is sensed but not, perhaps, capable of fully being lived outside in the exposed garden, even a garden with walls.
So we need to create a space for questions. A space for wonder. A space where we can continue to call out surprise and inspire anew.
There is not simply a switch that goes off and a new life lived into. Instead, a small seed sprouts, seen by that delicate root that begins to go into the soil – a new soil.
The garden. The nursery. The greenhouse. All metaphors that help us understand the emergence that we seek.