This reflection explores hidden growth, ordinary Tuesdays, ancient stories, community and the surprising ways we keep becoming—even when nothing seems to be happening.

The studio currently contains a winter gathering, a magazine, several unruly creative projects, a suspicious number of abandoned cups of hot water, and a growing suspicion that hidden growth is happening whether I can see it or not.

I've been pondering bulbs. Actual bulbs. The kind buried underground for weeks with no visible evidence that anything is happening. Which, it turns out, may have something to teach us about life, growth and becoming human.