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 back to a moment already lived or anticipating a moment that might never be.
I try to remember that what is best in me takes time to take hold. Yet, a moment of kindness or thoughtfulness is a seed well planted. It is the stuff of perennials. I am here to sow for all the life that comes after me. It is essential that I am reverent in my work.
There is something infinitely healing in the repeated
refrains of nature—the assurance that
dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.