When I was in
about the sixth or seventh grade, my brother and I walked to school. It wasn’t far and the walk was no big deal
even in the snow. Walnut Street hill was
a bit of a climb and I suppose back then, it seemed formidable and a burden,
but as I drove down that street this past year, the hill didn’t seem that big
at all. Along that walk we had to pass
by a cemetery, but in the daylight, it wasn’t as sinister or scary as it was at
night. As I said, the walk to school was
no big deal.
Along the way, my
brother and I would pelt each other with acorns scattered on the ground from
oak trees. Further along the walk, we’d
find chestnuts. Now those babies could
leave a welt! When it was winter, the
snow gave us a good excuse for an impromptu snowball fight. But nonetheless,
boys will be boys, I suppose.
I have always
found it fascinating that a tiny seed, when planted and mixed with a little
rain and a little sunshine could grow into something so stately, so tall as a
tree. A growing tree doesn’t happen
overnight. It takes time, years. And eventually, when it grows . . . as it
grows, it sheds more seeds so that those, too, have the potential to grow into
something equally magnificent.
From A Seed.
Sometimes these
seeds are planted with purpose. Farmers
purposefully plant seeds. Selecting the
best field and then spacing them out so that each plant will have room to
grow. They fertilize and cultivate until
the crop takes shape and then they harvest.
Takes time, patience, effort, and sometimes, can be frustrating, because
they know better than others that not all seeds make it. But most do. They do.
From A Seed.
Each of us, each
day, at many times during the day, plant seeds.
With each other. With our
kids. Even with ourselves. These seeds can be positive and nurturing. They can be comforting and supportive. They can build up. Yet, sometimes, these seeds can be negative
and can destroy. They can tear
down.
And it is these
seeds I worry about. These seeds that
can be infectious, diseased laden, and have lasting, sometimes permanent,
damage when planted. The scary part is
we won’t know, just like that tree that grows From A Seed, what that diseased
seed will grow into until many years later from the time it was first planted. A scary prospect.
Farmers never
knowingly plant destructive seeds.
Never! They want crops to grow,
to thrive, and to eventually, benefit many.
As I look back, I
think that there were many in my own life who planted seeds within me: Sr.
Josephe’ Marie way back in sixth grade planted the seed for writing. Mrs. Wagner and Sr. Angelus nurtured the seed
for music that was planted by my mom and dad and my brothers and sisters. Fr. Jim and Fr. Mike nurtured the seed of
faith for which I’m so thankful and have leaned on, especially in the last
year, even though that seed was actually planted by my mom and dad from little
on.
And then there
were others who shall remain nameless who tried to plant within me the seeds of
negativity, of doubt, of smallness, even of hatred that hopefully, have or had
no lasting foothold in my being. Yet,
they too, shaped me into who I am. At
times, I still doubt myself, my actions, my words, my abilities. I guess these seeds are still with me and
somehow took root.
From A Seed.
So I wonder this
day, what type of farmer you are . . .
The kind of farmer
who plants seeds of hope and love, of compassion and support, of strength and
compassion? Or, the kind of farmer who
plants seeds of doubt and negativity . . . the kind of farmer who likes to
plant seeds to destroy and tear down, the type of farmer who finds nothing
positive to say or do, but instead will . . .
Which kind of
farmer are you? Because From A Seed you
sow today, you have the power to change a life . . . many lives . . . even your
own life . . . for the better or for the worse.
Whether you realize it or don’t. So
what kind of farmer are you? Something
to think about . . .
For My Readers:
Thank you for
taking the time to read my weekly blog.
Hopefully you find it satisfying and gives you food for thought, and
along the way, entertains you.
Thank you, too,
for picking up a copy of the prequel to my Lives
Trilogy, Taking Lives, which can
be found at: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00MG2JAWE?ie=UTF8&at=aw-android-pc-us-20&force-full-site=1&ref_=aw_bottom_links Remember that as a prequel, Taking Lives is just a taste of what
will come, an introduction, to the Lives
Trilogy. It has an ambiguous ending,
purposely so.
Stolen Lives, is
the first book of the Lives Trilogy
and can be found at: http://www.amazon.com/Stolen-Lives-Trilogy-Book-ebook/dp/B00PKKN6W4/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1415908221&sr=1-1&keywords=Stolen+Lives%2C+Joseph+Lewis
The second book of the Lives Trilogy, Shattered
Lives, will be out either later this month or at the beginning of March. I’ll keep you posted as to its arrival date.
Please know that
these books are works of fiction (thriller/mystery), but based upon research
and my conversations with kids and parents.
I hope you give them a read. As
always, thanks!
jl
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