An apple--in the right hands, it's a recipe, or a meditation.

My deep little friend Sophia, just 7 years old, sent me her lovely poem:

APPLE
Our class is a whole big apple.
And in it is the star. And in it are the seeds.
And we are the seeds.
We make miracles grow for each other.
And each new year we make a new tree grow.

Happy New Year! Make it happen!
Love, Rani