I once bought a bag of wildflower seed from the garden department of a big box store. Taking them home to my mountain cabin, I paused to read the directions while ripping open the bag: Prepare seeds by soaking overnight. Prepare soil by loosening with a rake. Make a small trench about 1/4 inch deep. Distribute seeds evenly the length of the trench. Gently press down soil over the seeds.
You’re kidding me, right? These are wildflower seeds. That is an acre of land.
I have always been a little suspicious of theories that say you absolutely cannot move on to the next level until you have fulfilled all the criteria of the place you find yourself. Take Maslow’s Hierarchy of needs, for example. I have observed that some people get stuck in one level, they say things like, “I can’t possibly move forward until all my needs are met.” Yet, there have been leaders and achievers throughout history who, finding themselves deprived of some basic needs were still able to move forward and succeed. I admit, water and air are non negotiable, but there seems to have been some flexibility concerning the need for food, sleep, and security. These were savvy souls who knew, not just how to bloom where they were planted, but how to thrive no matter the circumstances.
Once again, I find myself between a rock and a hard place. Moving forward is required. Yet, the expectation of fulfillment of my needs must be pared down. Earlier this year, before the advance of spring, as I went out walking to contemplate my options, I came upon a wonderful visual affirmation. It struck me so forcefully that I went back home for my camera and made an extra trip just to snap the picture. Sure this is a native desert tree-a pinyon pine. But please notice, it is growing out of a rock! There was little to no soil in which to sprout in the first place and rainwater is very infrequent. Yet, the seed took root and continues to thrive.
I have some questions about how I got here in the first place. I don’t know how I have survived this long on increasingly less. Money and love and security may be in short supply, but, hey, there is plenty of sunshine. I intend to thrive between the rock and the hard place. Not being a pinyon pine, I might even bloom where I am planted.