If you asked me when I was a teenager if I enjoyed to read, I would have answered, not at all! As I have gotten older, as education has become my primary focus, I find myself reading constantly. I read while I’m lounging, studying, or working. I do it from my computer, from my phone, from books, and from my iPod in my car.
During a break today, surprise, I was reading and what I read was fantastic. A great piece, written by Jon Foreman. Below is an excerpt and a link to the whole article. I encourage you too read it too.
Link to Jon’s Huffington Post RSS
My wife and I planted a garden this year. This tiny patch of dirt has become a space where small miracles occur daily. The slow and steady growth of the garden contradicts almost everything about our fast-paced world. The constant rush of the freeway traffic nearby seems to grumble in disagreement with the slow and almost imperceptible growth of the garden. The trucks roll through, the beamers and minivans fly past, and all the while the green fingers quietly reach for the sun. Slower than a speeding bullet, slower than the Internet, slower than a snail; the progress that these plants achieve has no advertisement, no PR. In fact, if I put my cell phone down long enough to examine the growth, it appears that nothing is happening. But gradually, a transformation has taken place; over the course of a few months, the ground has become thick with plants.
Lately, I’ve been thinking that maybe the human soul grows best at the pace of a tomato and not a combustion engine. Maybe the human condition has much more in common with this speechless greenery than I had thought. These silent life-forms really have a lot to say. These days, I’ve been trying to listen to the slow growth policies of the garden, this incredible place of new beginnings.
I’d loved to hear what you thought of this piece. That’s what the comment box below is for!
