10th letter from Mihai

Sun 27 Apr, 2025 Colmar, France

Dear Reader,

Today, I’m writing from the forest near Colmar.
Spring is here.
The trees are waking up.
The air smells faintly of wild garlic.
Birds are singing like they know something we don’t.

I’m here to slow down.
To breathe.
To put my thoughts in order.

One thing that’s been sitting with me lately is how the seeds we plant—in our relationships, especially with our partners—matter more than we realize.

I've been learning a lot about this lately.
Not just thinking about it—feeling it in my own life.

You can think of your woman—the mother of your children—as fertile ground.
Whatever you plant there... grows.
And not just grows—it amplifies.

You offer her a seed—and she gives you back a lineage.

So if you plant doubt, distance, distrust?
It’s not just mirrored back.
It’s magnified.

And if you plant presence, love, trust?
Same thing.
Magnified.

I used to see this without fully getting it.
Sometimes I would see something in Aurélie—some frustration, some disconnection—and want to fix it out there, in her.

But it's like trying to wipe off a smudge on your teeth by scrubbing the mirror.
It doesn't work.
The mirror’s just showing you what’s already there.

Same with your woman.
Same with your family.

The invitation is not to fix them.
It’s to tend to what’s inside you.

What seed did I plant?
What thought, what fear, what way of showing up is being handed back to me—amplified?

And no, it’s not about blame.
Not about beating yourself up.
Not about carrying everything alone.

It’s just an invitation.
To look.
To notice.
To choose, more carefully, what you’re planting.

And if you don't like the harvest?
Plant something else.

New words.
New energy.
New presence.

Small seeds.

Over time, they change everything.

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Thanks for being here with me today.
It’s a gift I don’t take lightly.

If you’re sitting with this too—
if you’re thinking about the seeds you’re planting right now—
I’d love to hear.

Just hit reply.
I'm listening.

Stay rooted,
​Mihai

Wake Up. Live Fully.

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P.S. Happy Sunday.
Wherever you are today—whether it’s busy, quiet, or somewhere in between—
maybe just take a moment to notice the seeds you’re planting.

(That’s what I’m trying to do too.)

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