“A tree says: My strength is trust. I know nothing about my fathers, I know nothing about the thousand children that every year spring out of me. I live out the secret of my seed to the very end, and I care for nothing else. I trust that God is in me. I trust that my labor is holy. Out of this trust I live.” Hermann Hesse There once was a seed blowing in the wind. It might have been the seed of an oak tree or for that matter a Maple tree.
It doesn't really matter.
What matters is what happened next.
The wind blew the seed into your back yard.
Over time you noticed the tiny sapling and smiled. It brought happiness to your heart.
You gave it water.
It fed off the rays of the sun.
It actually grew into a mighty big tree.
In response to the safe place it had to grow, it offered shade in the summer. It created a screen from the wind in the winter.
All this pleasure and usefulness from one tiny seed blowing in the wind.
All it needed was safe place to land and a hand to nurture it.
Your dreams are the same.
Tiny fragile seeds full of mystery and possibility.
Treat them well.
This is who you are.