I love nine.
When you love something, you tend to nurture it, and to nurture it you need to know what makes it grow. And nurturing growth has a lot to do with realizing the potential in that. Perhaps even the potential beyond what you can imagine. The sense of that.
So I have a renewed love for nine, it's a small thing that takes me back to a simpler time, but it always inspires new journeys. Even if it is nine holes in previous held beliefs. Nine makes me smile.
Feel joy. Joy is freedom.
(Note, the little icons in my posts are now links to the Small Journeys series.)