Winter Solstice

Tomorrow, the earth enters into the longest night. Our hopes look bleak at the moment, the seeds are in frozen fallow soil.

Let’s incubate our seeds, our dreams, our hopes. Some of us will grow tall like sequoias, some ephemeral like casuarinas but rooted.

Some of us will burrow deep into soil and be mycelium. We branch out underground. Some will be cacti.

In our own way, we resist. We grow our seeds, amplify the network of our kin and friends around us, and we remain rooted.

Let’s never lose hope. Our seeds will germinate. Care will make them grow. Rely on the eco-system. Stretch out your senses.

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