waking up

I’ve watched this plant lie dormant throughout the winter months. Walking by most days, my toddler has gotten in the habit of reaching her tiny hand out of the stroller to grasp at the grass… saying hi.

Like a miracle, green is emerging again. She is awake after a long sleep.

What parts in me were dead and are now resurrecting? What hope is waiting to be discovered? Truth/Life/Love shows itself to us sometimes in a whisper from the same ol’ plant you pass by every day.