I’m a big idea farmer — as a faithful gardener, I plant seeds. As a good shepherd, I nurture my own ideas and the ideas of others — we are the water-bearers, and I a humble servant. My garden is aimed at massive transformative impact for current and future generations. I thrive on big ideas, visions of an improving collective future. Surely the best ideas and most abundant soils and cultures are those which continuously produce. It’s about continuous innovation, ongoing improvement, expanding consciousness, increasing flow — and as any good farmer knows, there is a cycle and a turn for every season and we must recognize that our ideas are inexplicably connected with their terroir, or in this case — our own subconscious mind, our experiences, our values, our beliefs, our histories and perceptions and attitudes and convictions and upbringing and society and all of that jazz. The big ideas that come to fruition to produce positive impact in the lives of others seem to be compelled onward by a sense of destiny and a bit of magic.
Like with any farmer, we must be patient.
“A man watches his pear tree day after day, impatient for the ripening of the fruit. Let him attempt to force the process, and he may spoil both fruit and tree. But let him patiently wait, and the ripe fruit at length falls into his lap.” ~Abe Lincoln
