[spoken word - final rough draft] Hello there 2022. I am staring out at you from my comfy kitchen window and your green hopeful arm is reaching through the dirt and it's like 'hello' have we met? And I’m like I am not sure yet. Now, no lies the temp outside is still sorta cold sometimes so It did not seem rationale or wise to let the moment set up any expectations because the sight was way too magical. and illogical And it might not be fair right now to check hope that's up in the air somehow like a pop fly, a lie, a ‘why’? a moment stretched and ship wrecked over a two year rhyme, like castaway time spent hanging out online. But back to that little eager plant at the end of my deck. i know the science, i know facts and the truth is chloroplasts hold chlorophyll which grabs light and light acts as fuel for photosynthesis a genesis that creates food. dude, it uses light as food? just imagine this 5.6 degrees Celsius starts the magic that sends messages inside plants to activate and go and then what do you know one sprout more is reaching up and out people are just like this little plant they too want to show winter the door. my daughter says ‘lean towards the natural light’ well alright and my friend teresa is ‘planting and tending seeds of hope’ that too’s kinda dope and and lisa will say they love ‘the parade of colour against the sidewalk’s grey’ and my friend Matt reasons ‘seasons have changed’ but why haven’t we? I kinda connect most with that last phrase. cuz it pushes me to think clearly - so where are we in our cycles of change? Matt also cautions about how simply ‘we all so nonchalantly’ may have returned to old school mentalities You know that promised new normal that was actually the old normal waiting for us patiently- while we forget problematic past due protocols and policies- old normal slid back into our DMs so easily. these days i think a lot ‘bout light i think a lot about the fact that right now it might take a bit a far sharper sight to see the courageous fight that the little plant is showing despite the weeds to get to its needs. especially since we don’t always know who buried those seeds. When seeds are planted, they first grow roots. then little invisible shoots form that lift and push and climb and hold and after explosive effort a small plant will begin to show and eventually break through the soil. That toil is entirely invisible. but it's there, just beyond our awareness. so we can’t be care less When this happens, we say that the seed has sprouted. scientifically speaking this process is germination. In school, we say determination. But if we underestimate the might of an organization to keep that seed from breaking through its no different than dropping the temperature and turning off the lights in school. the average power of teen is 700 psi their hands can apply 700 pounds per square inch of pressure as they text how many kids you know that are trying that hard to flex in your classroom? an oak seed has 600 psi and look what it can do with barriers as real as to those kids in front of me and you. that sprout can lift foundations shift sidewalks, split rock build nations experience frustrations shift sideways and find liberation. all this effort may be hard to see. each scale is relative and honestly every challenge is juggled subjectively one seeds struggle is only one seeds struggle i wonder with my friend Matt are we still searching the spaces of all possibilities to see the efforts of every seed? this place is our place but my space is different than your space and everyday i remind myself that everybody is going through life in their own way and own pace pulling supplies from their own shelf seemingly depending only on ourselves but this can still be a good day. and I know that it seems like the world asks for all of us to take off our masks, slowly slowly we all grasp that each of us moves in our own time in our own way. just like this rhyme, sometimes some people have smiles of relief as they walk in to rooms when they hear ‘yup the meeting’s in person as well as on Zoom.’ other’s lean into the light in their own ways. towards a feeling that they are not alone towards a moment away from their phone towards a friend they have finally seen face to face towards a teacher who gives them some space towards the light, just like that little plant. I want students to know that I am still here and that the people in this building still care and despite their same fears are trying to grow hope in this world. now I know that quote about planting a tree and I get that someone will get its shade eventually but still I want something cool just for me. right now. right away. am I right? is that okay? we know that in order to get a flower to grow we do not change the flower we change the dirt and so I am pretty sure that after two years the soft curl of craving is unfurling and has everyone reaching towards the sun. please believe that in order for people to reach their potential lets behold each other, be reverential and admit people need to feel their supports so that people won’t resort to only believing grim reports. in short the art we all have a part in will be helping each other to bloom.