Sticks. Are everywhere.
I see now at my age that life isn’t a race or about “winning” or reaching the top first but about giving everything you have to the things you care deeply for. One person’s “things” are different from another, just as one person’s passions/priorities are different from another. You give and give and become more and more. Sometimes you see progress and growth where you concentrate your nurturing and time and sometimes you see no progress in your very sincere efforts.
Then old phases die out and new phases begin and you start all over again, choosing your priorities all over again. Giving and observing, making sure your heart and precious time is moving something small into something bigger.
We give so our children grow from something small into something bigger. We give and wait for our dreams to come true. Give life into our deepest hopes and longings. And give great effort to breaking past our struggles to find peace again. And the cycle of giving is always there, always deep and real but changing its’ purpose with each phase of our lives.