“Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished.” - Lao Tzu
We live in a state of constant chaos, a hell of our own making. Why is it that we, as humans, have forgotten how to take it easy or relax? Life is constantly on the go, rushing from one place to the next, and made simpler by modern day conveniences, such as cell phones and the state of the art technology that accompanies them. Oftentimes, we actually have to schedule relaxation, only to allow ourselves a few precious minutes and that most of us feel guilty for. Even our food has given way to being fast and efficient, often lacking the vital nutrients that our bodies need. If nature does things on it’s own time, why don’t we?
I am guilty of rushing, of always having a perfectly pin pointed plan. Personally, I’ve learned that this often is what leads to hardship. I think it’s more important to have goals and to strive for them instead of following a detailed itinery. I am a natural Type A personality and I think that I do best when I can be in control. I even hate flying because so far, nobody has let me fly the planes! There is an art in the act of letting go. It does not come easy, not even a little bit, but it is so worth it. For the first time in my life, I have absolutely no clue how things are going to turn out. I’m constantly turning over possible scenarios in my head and have so much unnecessary anxiety from playing the what-if game. The minute I start to hand myself over to the process, things have a funny way of just clicking into place. Like the old adage of a caged bird, the tighter you hold onto it, the harder it will struggle. Being open to all possibilities creates opportunities in places that you may not have considered before.
I have learned that you can’t rush through life, only hoping to get to point B before anything else goes wrong. Winter took a very long time this year to give up it’s grasp on us. We unanimously cursed the elements for every snowflake and drop in temperature, after all who would actually want 108 days of January? It honestly felt like spring would never get here, and I began to worry about the timing of my crops and whether or not I’d be able to get seeds in the ground in time to fill orders. Looking back, I realize that concern was futile. Of course spring came, but it did so in it’s own way. Seemingly overnight, buds popped up on trees and green grasses danced in the wind. Sunlight once again poured over us, leaving that warm kiss that we yearned for. Nature took it’s time, it did not hurry, and yet every single thing still happened.
This week we are in the process of seeding, and it is actually even a week earlier than last year! Farming has taught me countless lessons, but most of all, it has taught me to have hope. We hope for better weather in the spring, and then we hope for rain in the summer. We hope that the seeds we are laying in dirt will germinate and reach towards the sky. We believe that by taking care of the land we will be rewarded and that we will have the means to continue this lifestyle. And above all else, we have faith that the wheat will grow and the corn will stand tall, much like generations long before us because without it we would have nothing. As farmers, we can try to mimic peak growing conditions but ultimately in the end, nature can not be rushed and things happen in the exact way they were meant to.