Our group of neighbors meets occasionally over coffee and cupcakes. I
don’t remember the subject, but on this occasion our gardening expert
had his turn to speak. The talk was related to love, and his view was
that love involved giving.
As his example, he took the flowers of summer. They produce their
seeds, containing the essence of themselves, and give them away. They
send the seeds out into the world without any certainty of how many will
land on fertile soil and sprout. They send their seeds out without knowing whether their efforts will be welcome or appreciated.
I’m unable to capture the effect this comparison had on members of
the group. It was a profound insight into how we toil in all humility,
without knowing if any of our efforts will be appreciated or welcome, or
if any will land on fertile soil.
And yet we plug away day by day, week by week, with a small and not
too sure faith that we are building something greater than ourselves.
The following week, our gardener friend brought in samples of seeds
from his yard and garden. The bean seeds were interesting to look at.
They were twisted, dried up husks that had split open. He explained that
the husks twisted as they dried so that the seeds would spill out,
hopefully planting themselves to lie dormant over winter, waiting for
another spring.
He compared this to the stresses of life that make us twist and turn, but force us to relinquish and reveal our inner gifts.
We haven’t had any more homey show and tell programs since then, but it sure makes you look differently at the common seed.
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