Everything that exists is in a manner the seed of that which will be. ~ Marcus Aurelius
My English grandma’s house backed onto a farm. Did I never mention that I was multicultural? Yep English father, Scottish mother. The house and the farm were separated by a muddy pathway and a typically British drystone wall a la:
My grandma lived in Yorkshire. Totally irrelevant of course, but it gives me an excuse to share this photo ‘cos I like it. For anyone interested in geography, this is York on a very English summer day. It’s still pretty to me, mist and all.
Meanwhile, back at the farm, farmer Brown is leaning on a gatepost overlooking his freshly ploughed field as we walked by.
“I’m expecting a great crop of corn this year” he said to no-one in particular. Grandma said that this was wonderful and when did he plant the seeds.
“Oh, haven’t planted them yet, said farmer Brown, but I’m feeling very positive about it.”
“But if you haven’t planted yet, how can you get a crop?” Grandma is puzzled.
“I want to see tiny little green shoots, as evidence it’ll happen and then I’ll plant the seeds.”
Well okay, this didn’t really transpire, farmer Brown actually had a dairy farm where grandma used to get her milk and butter. I just wanted to make my point, because as ridiculous as this story is, isn’t this what we do…a lot of the time?
We look for evidence of things we haven’t even planted. Evidence of thoughts and beliefs we don’t have.
We wait to see the shoots of success while we plant seeds of failure and doubt.
We look for the shoots of joy in relationships but the only seed thoughts we’re planting are those of anger or sorrow or distrust.
We look for the fruits of financial independence while thinking of lack and limitation.
Imagination is our best friend as we plant our desires in our inner world. Imagine and feel how great it is to have huge successes, amazing relationships or financial abundance, or whatever your heart desires. Evidence always follows, it will not, cannot precede our plantings.
And since mighty oaks from little acorns grow, it’s okay to start small.
Encourage each other.
Love Elle xoxo Images
Mighty oaks from acorns grow . . . indeed . . .
That saying and your lovely article are so seamlessly bound in a delightful lesson of monitoring our mental (imagination to you) diet. Thank you for the reminder.
Write on, Elle !