I repeat myself.
I have to. Nobody hears me the first time around.
It might have been two years ago now that a tiny seed was planted. It remained dormant until two months ago. And then I planted a seed in Kris' brain.
My seed waited until conditions were right. I am much less apt to spontaneity. Once I comprehended what it would take to be consistent, true, and free, the seed started to take root.
Kris' seed found fertile soil almost immediately.
And so we must now shine light, give water, tend to the dream. If we do, we'll see the bloom on this perennial yet.
Live free or die.
