We water soil and expect a result. Sometimes, with a lot of time and love and care, out of the earth grows a flower. Something beautiful that warms the heart and fills us with gratitude.
Sometimes, even though we invest all our energy into the simple task of nurturing a little patch of dirt, nothing happens, and we are left with a puddle of mud.
Some things are not meant to be glamorous and fulfilling; they are intended to test our resolve and be lessons for the future.
reflections of an unquiet mind 