They say all things begin with a seed. An idea. A source from which inspiration grows. My seeds remain unharvested. What happens with disregarded seeds?
My voice. I have a sore throat. I know what this can lead to. My first day of Reading Deprivation (no books, magazines, media, news, social networking)… and now I can’t talk. I vow absolute silence until I’m healed. My voice = my biggest asset. So much for my plan of calling everyone in my iPhone and Skype rosters! What do I want instead?
The Head Gardener has been asking me for weeks from 9,000KM away, “Have you collected the Aas Gao (Morning Glory) seeds?” No. “Have they turned brown?” Yep. Like, um, 3 weeks ago.
Too busy. Got stuff to do. Gonna (fill in the blank) right now. I want the Head Gardener to come back and do it for me. Everything is so much easier when someone can do it instead.
Reading Deprivation. No books. No media. No social networking. Email once a day after noon. What do I do instead?
First thing (without being asked by the Head Gardener) I picked the seeds from the skeletons of Asa Gao buds ready to sleep for the winter. Easy. It took 15 minutes. I enjoyed plucking them from the crispy case and finding the seeds. I put them in a pretty “strange English” envelope and labeled them. I enjoyed being in the garden. I collected ideas. Ready to grow my next project immediately.
I did that project + 3 more. Things I’ve never done before. I’ll tell you more about that next time.
What was I doing that was so important that I couldn’t collect these itty bitty seeds to sow for next year? Am […]
