Last week was a toughie. One of those weeks when the future looms like a black cloud on the horizon and raindrops of doubt and fear hang in the air. Nothing seemed worth investing in because I felt so uncertain about what was going to happen and where I was going to end up. Blissfully unaware, the seedlings on the dining table kept on growing in anticipation of my enthusiatic attention. I didn't have the heart to tell them.
But the garden has been storing up treasures for me. Things I began long ago, in faith and with patience. Things I invested in and gave my attention to, without any immediate reward. Things I started in order for nature to take her course, without any real worry about when or how it was all going to turn out.
Even the carrots made it.
If the carrots made it, we all can. I planted out next season, and tried not to think about where or who I'll be then. You've just got to start somewhere.
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