Silver Birch

Dear friend,

Chiara has turned the rubber plants in the kitchen so their leaves can shelter from Sonnie’s ginormous tail. A new leaf is slowly unfurling on one of them. Paler and softer than the others. Delicate. Rolled like a cigar.

I only noticed it a few days ago, but it’s been growing there all the same, right in front of my eyes.

A curved silver birch caught my attention in the morning sun at the park — its branches reaching down to say hello, suspended just above my head. My eyes traced the line back to the silvery trunk.

Soon enough the branches will be winter-bare, but the change will have begun long before we see it.

The changes you’re working toward in your life — keep giving them your loving attention. The energy of the earth moves more slowly than the human mind.

But it is moving.

Always.

There is something new being born.

Till tomorrow

Love
Mikey