this one is for the seeds.

in one moment, we salvage them, a deposit on the future, an heirloom to be treasured; in the next, we spit and scatter them throughout the four corners and seven oceans, whispering through our teeth, “godspeed, glory.”

the seed is at once a sign of vulnerability and living-in-spite-of...the rose that grows through pavement and snow, the tree ecstatic with leafless blossoms. and how tempting it is to kick and curse the unyielding ground for what we know we’re owed.

we close out the winter in anticipation of spring, but we don’t wait on better weather to bloom. we make good on promise.  we all got to live this life, and a little help eases the tilling.

we’re here to talk Purpose. taking up residence in the historic and mysterious Winter Place, itself a juxtaposition of wealth and ruin living side by side in controlled contrast, Jonathan Michael resists the notion that a watched seed will never grow. so, in the spirit of aligning intention with attention, we present the Discovery.