I feel like creating an analogy between a garden and life is pretty cliche, but today, my neighbor's garden taught me a little something special about life.
I feel like people with gardens love to share their produce. When I was really little, our neighbors would give me cucumbers from their garden. Or, they would give my brother, sister, and I M and Ms in exchange for goods from our garden. When I was homeless in Georgia, my friend's parents made sure I had copious amounts of okra, squash, and zucchini after I spent the weekend with them. Gardens just seem to be a natural inducer of sharing. This morning, my dad came inside with two tomatoes. The neighbor had shared them with him and, knowing I love tomatoes, my dad brought them to me. I'm not sure if people share their garden's goods because they are proud of the seed they cultivated to a plant or if it's because they know they can't possibly consume the goods because nature runs its course on them. I'm going to assume its the latter.
What if we shared everything as if we couldn't "consume" it fast enough? What if we cared more about helping others with our talents and means than about keeping them for our own personal growth? What if we looked at everything as a garden? What if we lived as if we knew the things we had didn't really matter enough to hold on to so tightly? What if we lived, valuing the invaluable things like conversations and family, roadtrips with friends and new adventures.
When we value the invaluable, we innately share ourselves, the garden that the Universe has cultivated each of us to be, and that kind of sharing is loving.
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