Acts of Faith

Today, after a week or so of springy rainy weather, it snowed. Not too much - there is about an inch or so of wet sticky snow on the ground, and it's already melted on the paved streets and other warm surfaces. We'll have more snow this week, and rain, though unless things change radically, not enough to make anyone feel comfortable with the water we've gotten this year. We hear that many people with water rights are having them revoked, that there are severe water restrictions in the cities, that big agriculture in the Central Valley is really going to be hurt.


So, at this time, with the snow falling and dire predictions of drought, with the world's economies in chaos and the future full of uncertainty, we plant seeds for the garden. We make plans for our WWOOFer guests. We create spaces for dreams to come true, though we know that creating the space doesn't guarantee success. The one thing we can be sure of is this: if we don't try, we will definitely not have a chance of getting what we hope for.

I got this in my email this morning. I think it's sweet and encouraging, like the marigold seedlings that started showing themselves after just 3 days. It gives me enough hope to think that the peppers might just germinate after all:

Until you dream, there isn't a mold.
Until you speak, there isn't a promise.
And until you move, there isn't a path.

Yet do these simple things, and you totally own me.

Friendsters forever,
The Universe