Planting a Seed

Most of us never stop to think about the miracle that is the circle of life, given that we‘re usually preoccupied with more pressing and interesting things. We’re born, we live, we die. And in between, we plant seeds. So the entire process continues ad infinitum. An apple seed, for example. Not much larger than a match head, over time it can become a tree, towering over one’s home. And, it produces apples, which produce more seeds, which produce more apples.

We also plant metaphoric seeds; seeds of hope, of fear, of resentment, of mistrust. Often we plant these seeds without even realizing it. Until the seeds take root and begin to grow, and we are forced to become a witness to the fruit of our actions. And the vines from the things we plant climb the trellises of our personal metaphorical gardens, and intertwine with those around us.

So, we should tend our metaphorical gardens. We should uproot the things we find growing there which are the result of thoughtless and hurtful words and actions. The things that are detrimental to ourselves and others. And we should determine the extent to which these things have propagated and attempt to repair the damage our careless gardening has caused.

We should also take the time to find the good things our metaphorical gardens have engendered. We should insure those things are nurtured and cultivated, so they flourish and overtake our gardens until there is no room left for the bad things.

We should weed our gardens every day. Because whether we realize it or not, we are planting seeds. Every day.