The seeds are gathered from my experiences and the knowledge I have acquired by reading, listening and experimenting over time. I am not the source of most of these seeds. Many of them come from other people. A significant group of them came from observing the natural world. But, in most cases I no longer remember where I got them.
But, I plant this diverse set of seeds into the soil of my mind and wonder what the harvest will bring.
I cultivate the seeds I have planted, selecting which young ideas and thoughts will be given time to grow into something that has more meaning. I honor those I keep by assigning them names and words that identify them and I add to the richness of the soil by arranging and re-arranging these words so they are just right. Over time, I find many ways I can express what I see in these living things - these ideas - that are beginning to gain strength.
Sometimes, they develop into a weed and I find that I am no longer interested in where they will lead me. Rarely, I discover one that needs to be aggressively removed. But, usually, I remain curious about how they will turn out.
So, I cultivate the soil and supplement it with what I discover and how I feel as I work around them. I select more words that represent these feelings and I begin considering descriptive words that might express how I want things to turn out.
Or maybe how I think things will turn out.
Or how I fear what will be revealed at the harvest.
I harvest the new understandings I raised from seed. This harvest includes connections to other people, places and things in my world. I recognize the idea that came from the Meadowlark sitting on the line and the philosophy presented to me as I witnessed a rainstorm. The fruit over there came from that moment when I saw an angry person stop and apologize rather than continue to place blame. The flower by my feet came into being when someone else gave a little extra effort to do something well. The carrots? Well, we usually don't talk about those.
Some of these are new to me and some are well known. Sometimes, I enjoy the fruits of this harvest and I consider new words that express my gratitude as well as a longing to do even better. Occasionally, what I have learned leaves me wondering what there is to be grateful for and I fight to express that disappointment and how I still long to do better.
I look around and I find that there are seeds that come with this harvest. And I realize there are plants that I do not remember putting into the gardens of my thoughts and they provide seeds as well.
I view the gardens others near me have created and I see other ideas of beauty, kindness and wonder. Sometimes, they offer me some of their own seeds. And they surprise me when they ask for some of mine.
Now I have a new batch of seeds. Some I know well. Others are entirely new to me. And still others have an origin story that I have since forgotten.
So, I plant this diverse set of seeds into the soil of my mind and wonder what the harvest will bring.