In my hand I held the seeds. Placing them in the ground I realized, one seed doesn't yield just one fruit. No, one seed produces a vine full of peas, an entire tree, or hundreds of basil leaves. So it is with us. One idea can turn into a symphony, one thought can forge a new path. We never know the harvest of our words, our deeds, or our thoughts, but we can be sure of one thing: it's never a one for one exchange. Alternatively, we never know what small seed was planted in us, contributing to what we've accomplished or yet to find the perfect conditions to grow. We are a part of a system so much bigger than ourselves. There is so much to find out, to explore, to become.
On my desk: