An acquaintance of mine reached out to me after a few years. After a brief conversation, we decided to meet for lunch to catch up, and we agreed to bring along a mutual friend.
In a village, there were two monks on a pilgrimage, and they come across a young girl with a long kimono trying to cross a very muddy road, but did not dare step into the mud. Listening to the woman’s fears, one of the monks decided to pick her up and carry her across the path. The monks continue to walk in silence for another few hours.
You are the seed in the earth, and as the sun shines upon you and the rain falls, your seed begins to grow, and you send your roots deep into the ground to hold you, support you, and nourish you.