My friend’s greenhouse is a tranquil space. Warm, smelling of wet earth, seemingly still to my eyes and my perception of time, but with a sense of energy, motion and growth that I can feel with my heart. Slender shoots; reaching forms kissing light. My friend, she tends to their every need, working her magic as she coaxes and nurtures, just the right amount, so the seedlings can become what they were meant to be. I could spend hours here in this music; in this melody that connects to my inner rhythm, taking me to my center, sending me high, high above.XO