Let life be a mystery.

I am a gardener. Fall is spent turning soil; Spring is spent sowing seeds. My labor is an act of trust, for there is no rule stating my seeds must grow. I possess no power over my yield.

In a time of answers, the choice to let life be a mystery is to believe in a circle of influence more powerful than human. We must trade pride for being. We must release our ego of creator, for all we know is what we have seen and all that we have seen is the work of the larger circle. To release what pride we believe is ours to hold is to live in gratitude.

Only then will we rest in the folds of nature.

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