Hello little sprouted universe,  

Here we are again, meeting like everyday.

Breathe in, and for a moment you hold inside you a future cloud, pollen from a flower across town, fears from a faraway mother peering out her dark doorway, molecules once in the lungs of a hunting African cat. We are now part of all these things, you and I, and more. Each breath of yours becomes a breath of mine. Know this, and just try and live your days the same as before. I dare you.

I know human-ing is hard. Everything feels tangled and imperfect, and human complexity can sometimes stop us all in our tracks. But also. Here in this moment now? When you’re reading this? Everything is okay. The leaves on that tree are making you oxygen right now, and also… seem to be waving to you. So there’s that.

You are perfectly exactly perfect in your own becoming. All of us, every little mouse, pelican, wild fern and human child to roam around down here is doing their best, leaning forward from every place at once.

We are all still in the middle of the story. We can’t skip this part— it’s the alchemy. And while I know Life unfurls in surprising ways, it does know what its doing. Trust me.

I love you. That is why you’re alive. And every tiny drop of beauty that you notice in the world is proof that you love me back. That’s also why you’re alive.

Keep listening. I have more to show you.

Love, The World