Today I found a big envelope containing everything I had ever posted to Brazil. A stack of letters and photos and scraps that found their way across the time apart, the miles apart, the lives apart. When I sent them I didn´t think I would see them again. Like scattering seeds, I just hoped for the best, that they would be ok. And now I am hovering over them, beside myself with the same joy that I feel when new shoots emerge out of the earth. A miracle and yet it´s just the way things are.