Planting seeds: A poem for new entrepreneurs.

Planting seeds is sometimes thankless work. Fertilizing the ground is

not glamorous. Watering the soil is the purest act of faith

in the inevitable blossoming. You believe in the cycle of life and you

don’t.

You hope. You worry. You doubt.

You shake your fist at the sky; get angry

at the intangible. Covet your neighbor’s plants blooming

in his smug, self-satisfied yard.

This is your work, love: You must tend to the garden

of your soul daily. Nourish your spirit. Eat good food. Go outside

and feel the sunshine on your face. Follow the less traveled path.

Speak your truth into existence.

They might not believe yet.

But do you?

Abandoned seeds never bloom.

Pour your love into yourself

and watch it overflow. Keep speaking your truth.

Shine your light

on new possibilities. Send your energy beneath

the soil. Stand in awe at the cycles of life; the promise

of new growth. The process of becoming.

There are seasons where the plants wilt and die

in the blazing sun. And yet we continue

to exist. There are lessons to be learned in

death too. And there are seasons where your exquisite

gifts bloom even in the dead

of winter. In the permafrost before the spring.

Against all obstacles.

Defiantly. Courageously. Tenderly.

Never stop seeking the little miracles.

Listen to the stars as they whisper,

There is always a way. There is always a way. There is always a way.