Don’t judge each day by the harvest you reap,  
but by the seeds you plant.

~ Robert Louis Stevenson

Who else but The Secret Garden duo, this time with Karen Matheson singing.

I remember a meadow one morning in May
With a sky full of dreams that sailed in that day
I was dancing through green waves of grass like the sea
For a moment in time I could feel I was free

There are waves of forgiveness and waves of regret
And the first waves of true love I'll never forget
In the meadow that morning as I wandered alone
There were green waves of yearning for life
Still unknown

Take me home to the meadow that cradles my heart
Where the waves reach as far as you can see
Take me home to the meadow ' we've been too long apart
I can still hear you calling for me

What I'd give to remember that heavenly state
Just a moment in time ' all mine to create
As I'm taking my last breath I know what I'll see
There'll be green waves forever out there waiting for me

Inside each of us is a secret garden, where our innermost thoughts and feelings live.
This is also the place where the seeds of our hopes take root and either flourish or perish,
    depending on how we tend our heart and make it a garden or a desert. 

We all start out as seeds, eggs.
        Somewhere in our growth, we break out of our shell.
We continue this process, growing, breaking through shells and walls, 
    eliminating the separation between those close to us and eventually even those far away
        or we die, trapped inside shells or walls of our own making.

Finally, one great barrier remains:
         between our growth and the universe beyond - our self.
Many cling to the notion of the self, the I, the ME, 
        wanting to believe in an afterlife somewhere else.
That is a great barrier to our emotional and spiritual growth, 
    because life is here, now - not somewhere else, later.
We may hold on to life for a little while, but eventually, like a bird
        we must let go and set it free,
                not as ME but as part of life everlasting.

Here Rutger Hauer holds a bird, then sets it free, in the movie Blade Runner:

"I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. [laughs] Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched c-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like [coughs] tears in rain. Time to die."


Hourglass 001

And so on this, our final page, 
        where we expect a stunning conclusion,
                   we find instead that the same question yet remains:

What does it all mean?   
- my life, your life, the universe, 
Where did it come from. Where is it going?

And again we find - the answer is not a secret hidden somewhere.
The answer is not found on the top of some mountain, 
even in the stars above. 
        It does not come from outside us, from some religious teacher or book.
             The answer comes from inside us, deep within:

The meaning comes from you, only you. 
                              Only you can assign the meaning of your life.


As Viktor Frankl said, coming out of Auschwitz after losing parents, brother, pregnant wife:

The search for meaning is the primary motivation in life …

The meaning must and can only be fulfilled by the seeker alone.

Only then can it satisfy the seeker’s own desire for meaning.

— paraphrased from Viktor Frankl: Man’s Search for Meaning  

Here is a link to the book on Amazon kindle & a free PDF 


Let’s do an exercise together. Take a piece of paper. 

 1 - At the top, write: — My Origins. — 
 2 - One third down the page, write: — A Fork in the Road of My Life. —
 3 - Two thirds down, write: — My Future. — 

Now take a minute to write one sentence in each section. Only one. …
Then read aloud what you have written, to yourself or to others. …

[Aside: I once led a group where we wrote about our lives and shared the results.
It was very illuminating. So, let’s try it again.]

more soon -2018-01-18 ...

        … promises … promises …

                       and miles to go before I sleep 


Some say love, it is a river, that drowns the tender reed
Some say love, it is a razor, that leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need
I say love, it is a flower, and you, its only seed

Its the heart afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance
Its the dream afraid of waking, that never takes the chance
Its the one who won't be taken, who cannot seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying, that never learns to live

When the night has been too lonely and the road has been too long
And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter, far beneath the bitter snows
Lies the seed, that with the sun's love in the spring becomes the rose


They tried to bury us. They didn’t know we were seeds.

 Mexican proverb &  Dinos Christianopoulos   .


The End
or the beginning?

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