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“How many grains of salt are there in a mustard seed?” the bird asked.

It was strange enough that a bird was talking. The question was also halting.

“I don’t know.”

“Take a guess,” urged the bird.

“I’d say none.”

“Ah, but you would be wrong,” sang the bird.

“Explain, please.”

“Within the mustard seed are universes of possibility,” explained the bird. “They each await your water and sunshine, which you deliver as attention.”

“I don’t understand.”

“One day you will or won’t,” fluttered the bird.

“But what are you trying to tell me?”

“If you have faith…”

“Like a mustard seed?”

“…then you can move mountains with your word and deed.”

“And one day see birds that talk?”

“Now you’re getting it.”

Are you?

Ao Akua,

Joe

PS – You know what this means.

Do what you love!

Do what you love!

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