Maybe we can grow side by side.
Two whole seeds unfolding towards the sky practicing parallel play.
We all experience liminal space in cycles. Sometimes it feels like the void will be forever. But love grows in hollows of branches. Leaves will sprout, birds will visit. Some may even nest. Leave room in the garden for love to find you, you may be surprised what grows. And then let the roots grow down as far as they grow up. A gardener is always a futurist.
-creative traveller