I've been a gardener long enough to know by now how slowly beginnings unfold, how much inner work has to go into a season before the season can begin to be visible.
I really should know this by now--faith that a seed knows what it's doing is a prerequisite for growing anything. I can't, after all, reach in there and show it the way to unfold.
And so it is with everything--as below, so above, so to speak.
At least, that's the hope found in translation.