Lessons from a Garden

In the spring I planted seeds….
Just a few of this, and a few of that
When the first shoots peeked out from the dark earth, I smiled
And I knew then, all was possible

Then the shoots turned to plants…. tiny promising flowers
That reminded me of how I am always just beginning
Of times that I tried to create before I was ready
And so I plucked each small blossom with a gratuitous prayer
Believing that such sacrifice would surely bring abundance
Branches burst forth….and then died back….
I fought through barbed jungles of vines and stalks
I tore and primped… I dug and covered….
I made executive decisions…
My garden lurched and bucked, answered and reached…
Suddenly sunflowers grew like skyscrapers
Tomatoes stood like pregnant women all in a row
It seemed our family would never go hungry
It seemed that there would always be enough
Again I smiled
Aware of what I was capable of
Growth Unlimited
Death and Rebirth
Record breaking heights
Constant Transformation
Nourishing those that care enough to support me in my growth
I am a garden
My garden is me
Some change is small
Some change is large
Who are we to say which is which?
I think I’ll plant some seeds again this next spring…
Just to remind myself …of what I might become
Of what I already am