Who knows how it all began. Perhaps it was a teeny, tiny thought tucked away in the back of a mind.
A seed of an idea waiting to express itself in one form . . .
The seed was sown and sprouted despite adverse conditions.
More thoughts followed, some even considered “invasive” despite their exterior beauty.
Occasionally, the invasive ideas forged ahead and crowded the mind.
Certainly, not all the thoughts were natural in nature.
But still, new paths formed.
And trails were traveled to and fro on a quest.
The path was never intended to be straight and easy.
Obstacles became challenges.
And challenges offered reflections.
Amidst the offerings, fresh ideas feathered forth fostering education.
And with education, knowledge was linked.
Because of all the seriousness, humor became a necessary ornament.
And so it was that moose stood watch with others by the stable in anticipation of a miracle that began with a seed of an idea and expressed the wonder of it all.