2020 was a terrible year for too many people.

 

So much trauma, dislocation and illness.

Everyone has their own stories, and everyone suffered (unevenly and unfairly) from the extraordinary shifts in our lives.

 

And yet, seeds were planted.

Five or ten or twenty years from now, people will remember projects that were started, connections that were established, realizations that occurred.

Doors were opened, babies were born and changes were made.

Few people celebrate forest fires, but we’re all eager to walk through the sylvan glades that follow.

 

If you were kept from planting all the seeds you hoped to in 2020, that’s okay.

Because the best time to plant more seeds is always right now.

Or perhaps tomorrow.