Things that matter take time to root
and meaning takes time to blossom.
It is the way of nature, “her repeated refrains” as Rachel Carson calls them.
I, too, have seeds to sow. Some will not blossom in my lifetime, which is as it should be. Others like compassion and joy or love and kindness are perennials, and I will know their blossoms time and again.
Would that I walk in a field of blossoms every day….
Too many times I do not recognize fertile ground—I only see a fallow field—I miss the opportunity to plant the seed. On those days, I escape the experience of being alive; I am elsewhere, looking…
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