What to make of my annual trek home – dear to me as always, to visit my brother and others so dear to my life's journey. But what else to make of my pilgrimage?

I have always hated flying. Not only is the food inedible and the space cramped, but since I do not understand how these things stay up and because I’m a control freak, I always ... shall we say ... expect the worst.

As in a desert park suddenly teeming with life following a deluge, there are deeply planted seeds in our hearts, waiting to blossom like miracles springing to life.