The process of gardening is a big lesson for me, as I watch myself from seeding to harvesting. In the beginning, there was a great feeling of anticipation. I was excited in the beginning because I knew that I was going to start life-giving seeds that would then bloom into fruits, flowers or vegetables. But the anticipation later gave way to anxiety because the early seeds were vulnerable. Lots of tender loving care were poured into making sure that the little seedlings would survive the unpredictable weather. At moments, I would even drown them with too much water and watch the mold slowly destroy the fragile roots.
Some made it and some didn't. It was the survival of the fittest. According to Darwin's theory, the weak is better off weeded out. And I mourned...but I moved on.
I am in awe with life because I see how hopelessly fragile dying plants come to life on its own. Life is reassuring that way.
Life continues and nothing really happens, in my view, because growing is silent. There is neither fruit nor flower to remind me that all the care I am giving is getting somewhere. This is the time that gets to me most...because there is nothing more to do other than being patient, faithful and consistent.
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Growing is silent. There is nothing more than to remain patient, faithful and consistent.
Beautiful.
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