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Look on the Bright Side: What You Sow, You Grow

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It’s harvest time and we are hopeful that this season’s yield is a profitable one. Farmers are working day and night to gather their crops while avid gardeners busily preserve the fruits and vegetables they have grown.

Taking stock of the crop is the best way to determine if changes need to be made when the planting season rolls around again. We must remember that the output of any task is most greatly affected by the input. For farmers, that should cause one to choose the highest quality seed. Planting the best seeds in fertile, nutrient-rich soil and making sure they get healthy doses of sun and rain leads to strongly rooted plants that withstand the crueller aspects of nature, greatly increasing their chances of survival.

The same is true for us! Our hearts and minds are the soil in which our thoughts and beliefs, the seeds, are planted. Our personal harvest is measureable by what we produce or experience in our everyday lives. Are we enjoying peaceful and contented lives? Have we been generous to others and ourselves? Have our heartfelt dreams and desires come to fruition? Or have our yields been a bit skimpy?

Sowing seeds of worry and doubt guarantees us a meagre, if not barren, harvest. Choosing instead to sow seeds of love, kindness, acceptance, and forgiveness will always produce a bumper crop.

These cooler months offer us solace, a quiet place for rest and constructive reflection—a much-needed reprieve from the toil. It is a time to cultivate thankful hearts while allowing past mistakes and negative attitudes to be ploughed under in preparation for something better.

The good news is that we always get a do-over—a second, third, or even umpteenth chance to sow again. We change our lives by making different choices, whether in thought or deed or both, thus producing hearty new seed. Through positive change, we can rest assured that we will soon reap a most abundant and rewarding harvest!

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