Look here. Don’t just say “mud” and walk away. Look. Look closer.
See? The first blades of grass are pushing their way up into the light.
Imagine the weight of the saturated soil, the way they have to find a route past the bodies of drenched leaves, past sticks and pebbles.
All birth is a struggle. If you want to be here, you have to work for it. You have to prove your toughness, your determination.
But, oh! The greeting of the light! The touch of air and the music that rides it! The surge of freedom as you burst into the wonder of this world!
What a mystery you have entered! What a great unknown! And yet, how it calls. How every cell of your being cries, “Push on! Push on!”