I follow teachers who post things like, “The peace you’re searching for is already inside your heart.”
And I’m glad they do. I’m glad it shows up in my feed.
But the peace I’m searching for?
It seems more accessible in the seeds I’m planting. In the dirt I dig my fingers into. In the tiny pieces of art I make.
I keep thinking I should turn this into a story. A takeaway.
But maybe I don’t need to.

