Sunday afternoon I began our fall garden at home. Florida may be a place where people come to die, but when the rest of the east coast is witnessing the glorious moribundity of fall, here in Florida there is a rebirth after the dog days of summer. French radishes, golden beets, red beets, fennel, broccoli raab, romanesco, butter lettuces, leeks, romaine, kale, Brussels sprouts, cilantro. We started hundreds of seeds, most of which leftover from the restaurant garden, and by Wednesday some had already begun to sprout.
72 hours. Spindly stalks stretched their way through the darkness lifting their tiny leaves into the warm fall sunshine. It always blows me away when I think of plants moving on their own accord. Their pace is so remarkable, their steady slowness is constant and unwavering. Everyday, all around you, plants are on the move...up, down, reaching, bowing, opening, coiling, closing. All this motion is so slight it is barely registered by the human eye.
We are a lot like plants. We all have dormant seeds with huge potential sleeping inside. Sometimes a catastrophe triggers our inner seed to sprout, and sometimes the awakening is due to nurturing intent. But I dare say that for many of us our seed just remains asleep, and we dream of it on occasion.
Lately though, it seems like all over the world seeds are starting to sprout. Egypt, Libya, Tunisia, USA, Chile, Britain, Greece, the list goes on and on covering every continent. People in their own ways are unfolding their hearts and minds to a brighter future. The ways people bring their seedlings into the light are infinite...like the complexity of humanity...but one thing is certain - no matter what your potential is, in order for it to be met you have to dig in to dig out.
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