Each spring we anticipate the joy of bringing life into our gardens. We plan and choose and anxiously wait for the frost to leave the ground. We knowingly plant our gardens and wait for the flowers to bloom forth bringing the beauty that we know exists just below the surface. We are proud of our efforts and spend hundreds of thousands of dollars, perhaps more, on something that is often ephemeral. Hmmmm . . .
Wouldn’t it be nice to plant a seed that we could see bloom everyday? Actually, we can. We also plant other seeds every day but we probably aren’t aware of it. A smile, a wave, a wink or a nod: simple gestures that can actually have lasting ramifications. We have no idea how many people we touch in a single day, a single hour and yet touch them we do. And that’s where the seeds take root.
Unfortunately, those seeds, those ideas, we plant aren’t always positive. Anger has a nasty way of leaving it’s mark long after the argument is done. Fear can last for generations, all from a single seed planted by people we don’t even know. Racism, bigotry, prejudice, the list is endless. We have the power with in ourselves to make a difference. Within our hands, our hearts and our minds are the seeds that we can spread willingly and positively. We are in control, but do we know it?
Each one of us has a need to be nurtured, protected, in order to properly thrive. It is the height of hubris to think that others don’t have the same need. There are more than 7 billion people on this earth and we all have something in common: Life. We need to share it in order to fully blossom.
It’s a little heady to think that we have this power, this opportunity to improve ourselves and those around us. When we catch the eye of a stranger do they see kindness and charity in our eyes or do they see fear and disdain. We can control that. We can control the narrative.
In 100 years you and I will probably be forgotten. In 50 years there might be a faint echo of us in those who are children now. In 25 years we should still be a part of the conversation, perhaps only in passing. Tomorrow and the next day I want to be a continuing part of that narrative. I want to plant seeds of compassion and empathy in those around me. In that way I can pay it forward and see the beauty that sleeps just below the surface. How about you?