It’s been almost two weeks since I planted a fistful of African Dream Root seeds.

Of all of them… none germinated, none sprouted.

So, yesterday morning after I woke up from one dream to see another end, I thought it would be an appropriate time to throw away these dud seeds, too. As I went to do so I was surprised to notice a single seed had sprung to life as I’d slept! And, although there was barely a waning crescent in the sky that night, I bet it was the moonlight that inspired it to grow. I know, because I’ve basked in some myself.

From that I faced a trying day with unexpected confidence, understanding that for every dream you are awakened from the future will always bring another.

I named the seedling, Satchmo, after Louis Armstrong.

Let’s see what dreams may come.