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Tales that feed the soul

A monthly letter from Joanne.  April 2026.

OPENING RITUAL

Come outside for a moment, dear friend. Feel the April air on your face.

This month asks something of us that sounds simple and turns out to be quietly hard: to begin again. Not dramatically. Not with great ambition or a clean sweep of everything that came before. Just to pick up something small, press it into the ground, and trust the season.

Spring does not wait for us to be ready. It simply arrives and offers its gentle, insistent invitation.

So take a breath. Let your shoulders soften. Let whatever you have been carrying set itself down for a moment.

You are here now. The story is waiting.

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THIS MOON’S TALE — A small story to begin with, about the quiet courage of beginning again.

“The Woman Who Carried Seeds”

Jessica carried seeds in her coat pocket.

Whenever she passed a forgotten corner of land — beside a fence, near a bus stop, along a narrow path between buildings — she pressed one seed into the soil.

“What are you doing?” people asked.

“Leaving something hopeful,” she said.

She had started the habit the winter her mother died. She had found a small paper packet in the pocket of her mother’s old gardening coat — a coat she had taken home without thinking, simply because it still smelled of her. The packet was labelled in her mother’s handwriting: “Wildflower mix. Sow anywhere. They’ll know what to do.”

Jessica had stood in the hallway holding the packet for a long time. Then she had put it in her pocket and gone for a walk.

Years passed. The seasons turned. And slowly, the town changed.

Poppies appeared beside pavements. Wild daisies spread near the railway. Cornflowers bloomed along the old mill wall, blue as ink. Children picked them on their way home from school.