Lately, while watching bees stumble around the compost bin at the garden, I've felt this complete serenity and explicit joy, it almost brings me to tears. Most of the visuals that occur as I meditate are in relation to a garden, worms and seeds buried in the soil brimming with possibilities. The image of growing hops and wheat gave a shudder in my spine. I could feel my great-grandma sitting on me, insisting I locate her hollyhock seeds and preserve my seed heritage. Potatoes for abundance, sunflowers for wisdom. A teepee of sugarsnap peas and morning glories, grape arbors. And bees!