Not because it gave me answers.
But because it asked better questions than I was ready for.
Because it reminded me that growing something slowly is still holy work.
Even if it’s ugly.
Even if it dies.
Even if I forget to water it three days in a row and then lie about it to the pot.
Some books crack you open just enough to let a little light in.
And then hand you a metaphorical spade and say:
“Dig here. See what grows.”
So here I am.
Planting things I don’t understand.
In soil I used to think was useless.
Turns out I’m the garden.
The mess.
The soil.
And the slow bloom.
All of it.
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Amen and bring gloves.
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