For the first time in several years, I am growing food for myself again. We have a ten by ten plot in a community garden about a mile from our house. We have planted and tended this little plot as a family and I wanted to share a bit about the satisfaction and joy of growing some of our own food. But, at the same time, I have been thinking and feeling a lot about the state of the world and the heartbreaking events that seem to happen again and again.
I am sure that much of the heartbreak doesn’t even make the news but so many people are suffering, so many people losing loved ones unnecessarily, so many people unable to find a better way. I have always always believed in the importance of finding joy and peace in the small things I can do with my own hands. But I also believe that we must be the change we wish to see in the world. Sometimes this means planting seeds and taking a moment to appreciate that you know exactly where your salad came from and who grew it. Other times it means educating yourself and your children on how to be better citizens of the world and this country and finding ways to take action instead of feeling like you don’t know what to do or say.
There is hope in these tiny seeds that become so much more. But we have to nurture the things that we want to grow.