A soft rain has been falling for hours now and, as I look out my window at the trees, I can just imagine how grateful they are for the moisture that will eventually find its way into the earth to offer sustenance for the tap roots that connect them firmly to their source. Oh, to have that kind of patience, that kind of trust, that kind of willingness just to be - just to be - without striving, pushing, wondering, fussing about or generally just digging up and up and up the seeds just planted to see if, by any chance, they have taken root yet. Aren't we humans something or other? ? ?
Speaking of seeds, reminds me of the time I was privileged to hear Sr. Joan Chittister speak at a local Orange County venue. Her talk was filled with wisdom and humor and love - and the one sentence that has stayed with me ever since: "It's not the seed's job to see the flower". Whenever I think that perhaps my efforts toward any end are not bearing any noticeable fruit, I think of her profound words.
"It's not the seed's job to see the flower"! ! !
Thank you!
Thanks for it all!
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