The Growing of Meaning
Morning Thoughts #143
The farm is lost, but somewhere a farmer remains within us. What crops have we been neglecting to tend to…and when we do…how wonderful it feels! You just know innately when you’re harvesting correctly (and, sadly, how easy modernity makes it to never know this feeling at all). And this is a feeling that has nothing to do with immediate gratification; our life’s greatest seasons are announced by seedlings before they give way in their turn! Only apparitions introduce themselves fully formed!
You prepare a meal for me and tell me you’ve grown all the ingredients yourself. Impressed as I may be, I won’t be ready to call you a farmer yet. One plump tomato from a field of vines otherwise yellowing and dying doesn’t redeem a growing season! Winter is coming, and when it does, you’re going to need more than one or two feasts to sustain you!