This little patch of mushrooms reached out from the field to remind me that things are growing even when we can’t see the evidence.
Mycelium thrives behind the front, hidden from our judgment and impatience.
It gathers nutrients in places that we’ve forgotten about and produces fruiting bodies from decaying material.
I am abundantly fortunate. I’ve managed to surround myself with people who love me for who I am, and constantly remind me of my own potential.
Everything is as it should be