I'm a forty-four year old single mother to a five-year old, and I have been having some difficult times as of late! Nothing I feel I should really be complaining about because my son is healthy, my two aging dogs are still with us, and we live in the most serenely stunning place!
One would think, with my years of experience and wisdom, and the life I have been blessed with, I would be coasting, floating even; and yet, I'm still my worst critic, my harshest teacher, the person behind the loudest voice of doubt in my head.
When my perspective on life turns to this cloudy and dark place, one of my outlets is gardening. When I'm turning the soil, planting seeds, tending my little patches of promise, my mind effortlessly works through all the negativity. It's almost as if the motion of working the land exorcises all my demons.
So, this morning when I woke up feeling beat, I took myself outside. As I began pulling weeds and tending my plants, I suddenly identified with the these tiny, yet abundant seeds.
We take these tiny, fragile seeds and plunge them into the dark, mucky dirt. It's here, in the darkest hours, that the seeds sprout. The seedlings can't see a way out, and yet they manage to intuitively work their way through the mud and muck. Some find their way in a matter of hours, others days, while still others take weeks; but they all find their way.
Like the seedlings breaking free from their encasement, pushing up towards the light, I want to live my life with this type of unbreakable faith. I want to know that I am more than the outer shell; I have unlimited potential waiting to break free. And, I want to believe that when I find myself in the dark, murky depths of my mind, because really that's where life's troubles live, I will find my way to the surface and feel the warmth of the sun once again.
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