Recently, I found a treasure at a used bookstore...Soul Gardening: Cultivating the Good Life.
It's one of those books that calls my heart and soul to "come and dine".
Today the author shared about the first time he planted a seed...and it took me back...
To when I was a child, holding my first seed...rolling it around between my fingers...wondering how something so small could ever grow to look like the flower on the seed packet.
I remember the scene so well...the noble rock behind me, which seemed so big at the time. The field of grass spread before me. And a little hole in the ground that I had grand dreams for.
I think it was a Hibiscus....because I remember thinking if I grew enough of them, I could make a necklace.
All I know is that the packet promised that if I put that seed into the ground, out would come this HUGE BRILLIANT flower.
It took my breath away.
Day after day after day I ran to my rock and sat on it, staring intently at the site, believing with all my heart that my flower was going to poke up from the ground, any second now.
But it never, ever came.
I remember standing there, feeling betrayed...wondering what I had done wrong. It was supposed to be so different.
I returned to that site many times over the next year...always expectant. Always hoping. Even in the snow of winter.